Scripture Verse

Tell them, thus saith the Lord God. Ezekiel 3:11

Introduction

Words: A. Ka­the­rine Han­key, 1866. The lyr­ics are si­mi­lar to those of I Love to Tell the Sto­ry. Both come from Han­key’s po­em The Old, Old Sto­ry.

Music: Evan­gel W. How­ard Doane, 1867 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Howard Doane (1832–1915)

Origin of the Song

I wrote the first part to­ward the end of Ja­nu­ary 1866. I was un­well at the time, just re­cov­er­ing from a sev­ere ill­ness, and the first stan­za real­ly in­di­cates my state of health, for I was lit­er­al­ly “weak and wea­ry.”

When I had writ­ten the first part, which con­sist­ed of eight stan­zas of four lines each, I laid it aside, and it was not un­til the fol­low­ing No­vem­ber that I com­pleted the whole hymn.

Blanchard, p. 89

This ex­cel­lent hymn by Miss Han­key, of Lon­don, has been tran­slat­ed in­to ma­ny lang­uag­es, and has been set to sev­er­al tunes. Dr. Doane has this to say re­gard­ing the mu­sic by which it has become po­pu­lar, and the oc­ca­sion on which he com­posed it:

“In 1867 I was at­tend­ing the In­ter­na­tion­al Con­ven­tion of the Young Men’s Christ­ian As­so­cia­tion in Mon­tre­al. Among those pre­sent was Major-Ge­ne­ral Rus­sell, then in com­mand of the Eng­lish force dur­ing the Fe­ni­an ex­cite­ment. He arose in the meet­ing and re­cit­ed the words of this song from a sheet of fool­scap paper—tears stream­ing down his bronz­ed cheeks as he read.

I wrote the mu­sic for the song one hot af­ter­noon while on the stage coach be­tween the Glen Falls House and the Craw­ford House in the White Mount­ains. That ev­en­ing we sang it in the par­lors of the ho­tel. We thought it pret­ty, al­though we scarce­ly an­ti­ci­pat­ed the po­pu­lar­ity which was sub­se­quen­tly ac­cord­ed it.

Sankey, pp. 256–57

Lyrics

Tell me the old, old sto­ry
Of un­seen things above,
Of Je­sus and His glo­ry,
Of Je­sus and His love.
Tell me the sto­ry simp­ly,
As to a lit­tle child,
For I am weak and wea­ry,
And help­less and de­filed.

Refrain

Tell me the old, old sto­ry,
Tell me the old, old sto­ry,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Je­sus and His love.

Tell me the sto­ry slow­ly,
That I may take it in,
That won­der­ful re­demp­tion,
God’s re­me­dy for sin.
Tell me the sto­ry oft­en,
For I for­get so soon;
The ear­ly dew of morn­ing
Has passed away at noon.

Refrain

Tell me the sto­ry soft­ly,
With ear­nest tones and grave;
Remember I’m the sin­ner
Whom Je­sus came to save.
Tell me the sto­ry al­ways,
If you would real­ly be,
In any time of trou­ble,
A com­fort­er to me.

Refrain

Tell me the same old sto­ry
When you have cause to fear
That this world’s emp­ty glo­ry
Is cost­ing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glo­ry
Is dawn­ing on my soul,
Tell me the old, old sto­ry:
Christ Je­sus makes thee whole.

Refrain