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This little light of mine

Jesus loves the little children

Into a Tent where a Gypsy boy lay

 Tell me the old old story

 

 

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.

 

 

Chorus:

 

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.

 

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.”

 Read your Bible, pray every day

 

 

Read your Bible, pray every day,

Pray every day, pray every day.

Read your Bible, pray every day,

And you’ll grow, grow, grow.

And you’ll grow, grow, grow,

And you’ll grow, grow, grow.

Read your Bible, pray every day,

And you’ll grow, grow, grow.

 Only a step to Jesus

 

 

Only a step to Jesus!

Then why not take it now?

Come, and thy sin confessing,

To Him, thy Savior, bow.

 

Chorus:

 

Only a step, only a step,

Come He waits for thee,

Come, and thy sin confessing,

Thou shalt receive a blessing,

Do not reject the mercy

He freely offers thee.

 

 

Only a step to Jesus!

Believe, and thou shalt live

Lovingly now He’s waiting,

And ready to forgive.

 

Only a step to Jesus!

Oh, why not come and say,

“I come to Thee, my Savior,

I cannot stay away”?

 Jesus loves the little children

 

 

Jesus loves the little children,

All the children of the world;

Red and yellow, black and white,

All are precious in His sight;

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

 

Jesus died for little children,

All the children of the world:

Red and yellow, black and while,

All are precious in His sight;

Jesus died for all the children of the world.

  JESUS LOVES ME, THIS I KNOW,

 

Jesus love me, this I know,

For the Bible tells me so;

Little ones to Him belong,

They are weak, but He is strong.

 

Chorus

Yes, Jesus loves me!

Yes, Jesus loves me!

Yes, Jesus loves me!

The Bible tells me so.

 

Jesus loves me, He who died,

Heaven’s gate to open wide;

He will wash away my sin,

Let a little child come in.

 

Jesus loves me, when I’m sad,

And He waits to make me glad,

Waits to fold me in His arm,

Keeps me safe from every harm.

 

Jesus loves me, loves me still,

When I’m very weak and ill;

From His shining home on high,

He will watch me where I lie.

 

Jesus loves me, He will stay

Close beside me all the way;

If I trust Him, should I die,

He will take me home on high.

 

 

 

 

 

 INTO A TENT WHERE A GYPSY BOY LAY

 

 

Into a 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!”

 

Chorus

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!”

 

 

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!”

 

I do believe I will believe

 

 

I do believe, I will believe,

That Jesus died for me,

That on the cross He shed His blood,

From sin to set me free.

 

I do believe, I now believe,

The truth of God’s own Word;

And from tonight till glory bright,

I will confess my Lord.

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