O Tell Me No More of This World’s Vain Store

O tell me no more of this world’s vain store

The time for such tri­fles with me now is o’er;

A coun­try I’ve found where true joys abound

To dwell I’m de­ter­mined on that hap­py ground.

The souls that be­lieve in para­dise live

And me in that num­ber will Je­sus re­ceive;

My soul

don’t de­lay; He calls thee away;

Rise

fol­low thy Sav­ior

and bless the glad day.

No mor­tal doth know what He can be­stow

What light

strength

and com­fort—go af­ter Him

go;

Lo

on­ward I move to a ci­ty above

None guess­es how won­drous my jour­ney will prove.

Great spoils I shall win from death

hell

and sin

’Midst out­ward af­flict­ions shall feel Christ with­in;

And when I’m to die

Re­ceive me

I’ll cry

For Je­sus hath loved me

I can­not tell why:

But this I do find

we two are so joined

He’ll not live in glo­ry and leave me be­hind;

So this is the race I’m run­ning through grace

Henceforth

till ad­mit­ted to see my Lord’s face.

And now I’m in care my neigh­bors may share

These bless­ings: to seek them will none of you dare?

In bond­age

O why

and death will you lie

When One here as­sures you free grace is so nigh?