First Line: I will tell the precious story,

I will tell the precious story,
And proclaim the wondrous love
Of my Saviour now in glory,
Seated on His throne above ;
Once He came, despised, rejected,
Everlasting life to bring ;
Now exalted Prince and Saviour —
He is Salem's mighty King !

He is Je - - sus crucified ;
For am-- ined world He died j
Now He reigns in heaven for ever
With the saved and glorified.

2 Though His name is high and holy,
And His kingdom so secure,
Yet He dwells with all the lowly,
If their hearts are only pure ;
Never yet was love so tender,
Never promise half so sweet,
Peace He gives when we surrender,
Sitting meekly at His feet.

3 When by sin and anguish driven
With our needs before the throne,
If we ask for bread from heaven,
Will He give to us a stone ?
No : He'll hear our sad repining,
For He feels our every woe ;
And will pour us out a blessing,
That will surely overflow.

4 Do you fear the coming morrow,
With its crosses yet unknown ?
Have you any care or sorrow
That you cannot bear alone ?
Do not yield to sad complaining,
All your burdens on Him cast ;
Let your light be ever shining,
Faith will bring you home at last.