Winter Berries in Vase with Tho’ billows of sorrow sweep over your soul and Tell me the old, old story

Tho’ billows of sorrow sweep over your soul,
And toss you, and drift you about,
Don’t yield to temptation, let Jesus control,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

When bent by the burden of trouble or care,
If you should be tempted to doubt,
Cling closer to Jesus and never despair,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

When storms beat upon you, or foes overtake,
And friends do not hear when you shout,
The Lord will be near you and will not forsake,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

Whatever betide you while here you remain,
Don’t go from the love lighted rout;
The blessing you need from the Lord you shall gain,
Just pray, brother, pray yourself out.

Chorus
Pray yourself out, pray yourself out,
Jesus, the Savior of love never doubt;
He will be near you, ready to hear you;
Pray, brother, pray yourself out.

D. R. Wade
Tell me the old, old story
  Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
  Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
  As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
  And helpless and defiled.

Tell me the story slowly,
  That I may take it in-
That wonderful Redemption
  God’s remedy for sin!
Tell me the story often,
  For I forget so soon!
The “early dew” of morning
  Has passed away at noon!

Tell me the story softly,
  With earnest tones, and grave;
Remember! I’m the sinner
  Whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me that story always,
  If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
  A comforter to me.

Tell me the same old story,
  When you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory
  Is costing me too dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glory
  Is drawing on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
  “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”

Chorus
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.

Katherine Hankey