Into the tent where a gyp­sy boy lay,
Dying alone at the close of the day,
News of sal­va­tion we car­ried; said he:
Nobody ev­er has told it to me!

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Tell it again! Tell it again!
Salvation’s sto­ry re­peat o’er and o’er.
Till none can say of the child­ren of men,
Nobody ev­er has told me be­fore.

Did He so love me, a poor lit­tle boy?
Send un­to me the good tid­ings of joy?
Need I not per­ish? My hand will He hold?
Nobody ev­er the sto­ry has told!

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Bending we caught the last words of his breath,
Just as he en­tered the val­ley of death:
God sent His Son! Who­so­ev­er, said He:
Then I am sure that He sent Him for me!

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Smiling he said, as his last sigh he spent,
I am so glad that for me He was sent!
Whispered, while low sunk the sun in the west,
Lord, I be­lieve, tell it now to the rest!

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