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.

Tell me, in ac­cents of won­der,
How rolled the sea,
Tossing the boat in a tem­pest
On Ga­li­lee;
And how the Mak­er,
Ready and kind,
Chided the billows,
And hushed the wind.

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!

Tell how the spar­row that twit­ters
On yon­der tree,
And the sweet mea­dow-side li­ly
May speak to me—
Give me their mes­sage,
For I would hear
How Je­sus taught us
Our Fa­ther’s care.

Show me that scene in the gar­den,
Of bit­ter pain.
Show me the cross where my Sav­ior
For me was slain.
Sad ones or bright ones,
So that they be
Stories of Je­sus,
Tell them to me.