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!�

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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.�

�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!�

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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!�

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Smiling he said, as his last sigh he spent,
�I am so glad that for me He was sent!�
Whispered, while low sunk the sun in the west,
�Lord, I believe, tell it now to the rest!�

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