Lyrics: Eliza. E. Hewitt
Music: Peter P. Bilhorn
O tell me more of Christ, my Saviour,
On this glad theme dwell o’er and o’er;
His boundless grace, his saving favor,
His precious name, O tell me more!
O tell me more!
So much I need
His pow’r to keep,
His hand to lead;
O tell me more of him I love,
Until I see his face above.
O tell me more of love’s sweet story,
If you would cheer and comfort me;
How Jesus wept, the King of glory,
Those tender tears of sympathy.
O tell me more! How waves of sorrow
Shall hear his voice say, “Peace, be still;”
How after night, bright dawns the morrow,
To those who trust his blessed will.
O tell me more! And I, repeating
The happy news, shall spread the joy;
Come, blessed Lord, thy work completing,
Till songs of praise our lips employ.