We Can Tell The Sweet Old Story

We can tell the sweet old story,
We can sing of Christ’s dear love,
How he came to little children,
From his shining home above.

We can tell, tell the story,
We can sing of his love,
How the King, King of glory,
Came from heav’n, from heav’n above.

Tho’ we are but little children,
We can sing and we can pray,
We can love the blessed Jesus,
Walk beside him ev’ry day. [Refrain]

Jesus says the fragrant lilies
“Toil not, neither do they spin,”
But they live in his dear presence,
Giving all they have to him. [Refrain]