Tell Me the Stories of Jesus William H. Parker, 1885 copyright status is Public Domain Subject: Jesus/Savior Scripture: Matthew 19:14 Stories of Jesus [.xml] Frederick A. Challinor, 1903 copyright status is Public Domain Key: C Meter: 12.12.9.9 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Deutsch (German)	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!” 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.

Tell Me the Stories of Jesus

Stories of Jesus [.xml]

Key: C

Meter: 12.12.9.9

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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.
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!”
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.