The light is shining in the darkness,
but can this lost world see?
Can they see the glorious light of Jesus Christ
shining through me?
We are the light of this dark world,
but is our light still glowing bright,
Are we separated from the darkness,
do we stand out in the night?
Let's tell them all about Jesus
and His love for their precious souls;
Let's tell them how He died,
and how through faith they can be made whole;
Let's tell them He arose in triumph,
victorious over the grave;
Let's tell them all about the Saviour,
for the debt's already been paid.
Are we the salt of this world,
do we create a thirst for Him?
Do we still offer the solution
to the souls scarred from sin?
Can they really see the difference
that Jesus Christ has made in me?
Have you told others about the Saviour
who died to make them free?
Let's tell the world about Jesus,
let's tell them the Gospel story;
Let's bring this message to the lost,
let's tell them for our Father's glory;
Let's love our neighbours sincerely,
and love the Lord with all our heart;
Let's love others by sharing the Gospel
- that's the only place to start!
May 19th, 2003
And He said unto them,
Go ye into all the world,
and preach the gospel to every creature.
For I determined not to know
any thing among you,
save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified.
1 Corinthians 2:2
Midi playing is:
To Tell The Story
Katherine Hankey; Music: William G. Fischer)
I love to tell the story of
unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.
I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His
I love to tell the story; more wonderful it
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden
I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;
And that is just the reason I tell it now to
I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to
What seems, each time I tell it, more
I love to tell the story, for some have never
The message of salvation from God’s own holy
I love to tell the story, for those who know it
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new,
’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved