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Lyrics by:
William H. Parker (1845-1929)
Tell me the stories of Jesus
I love to hear;
Things I would ask him to tell me
if he were here;
Scenes by the wayside,
tales of the sea,
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.
First let me hear how the children
stood round his knee,
And I shall fancy his blessing
resting on me;
Words full of kindness,
deeds full of grace,
All in the love light of Jesus' face.
Into the city I'd follow
the children's band,
Waving a branch of the palm tree
high in my hand;
One of his heralds,
yes, I would sing
Loudest hosannas, "Jesus is King!"
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Tell me the stories of Jesus
I love to hear;
Things I would ask him to tell me
if he were here;
Scenes by the wayside,
tales of the sea,
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.
First let me hear how the children
stood round his knee,
And I shall fancy his blessing
resting on me;
Words full of kindness,
deeds full of grace,
All in the love light of Jesus' face.
Into the city I'd follow
the children's band,
Waving a branch of the palm tree
high in my hand;
One of his heralds,
yes, I would sing
Loudest hosannas, "Jesus is King!"
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