I love to tell the story; 
'tis pleasant to repeat 
what seems, each time I tell it, 
more wonderfully sweet. 
I love to tell the story, 
because I know 'tis true; 
it satisfies my longings 
as nothing else can do.  

I love to tell the story; 
more wonderful it seems 
than all the golden fancies 
of all our golden dreams.  
I love to tell the story, 
it did so much for me; 
and that is just the reason 
I tell it now to thee.  

I love to tell the story, 
for those who know it best 
seem hungering and thirsting 
to hear it like the rest.  
And when, in scenes of glory, 
I sing the new, new song, 
'twill be the old, old story 
that I have loved so long!

(Words by Katherine Hankey, 1834-1911)

P.S. stellar_dust: If I dream about William Shatner's .... bullseye tonight, it will be ALL YOUR FAULT. And probably grounds to sue.