| C | G7 | C | |
| Tell me the stories of Jesus I | love to | hear; |
| A | G | D7 | G | |
| Things I would ask Him to tell | me | if | He were | here; |
| G7 | C | C7 | A | Dm | |
| Scenes by the way | side, | tales of the | sea | , |
| Em | G7 | Fdim7 | Am | Bb | C | G7 | C | |
| Stor | ies | of | Jes | us, te | ll | 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. |