Tell It Again

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!

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!

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!