Tell it Again

1 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!" 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." 2 "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!" [Chorus] 3 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!" [Chorus] 4 Smiling, he said, as his last sigh he spent, "I am so glad that for me he was sent!" Whispered, while low sank the sun in the west, "Lord, I believe;" "tell it now to the rest!" [Chorus]