Hymnal: Christian Psalms and Hymns
Date: 1839
Compiler: Walter Scott and Silas Leonard
Publisher/Printer: A S Tilden
First Line: O tell me no more of this world's vain store
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: PM
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Hymn Number: 656
Page Number: 352, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO 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 determin'd on that happy ground.
The soul that obeys in glory shall live,
And me in that number will Jesus receive;
My soul don't delay-he calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Saviour, 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 wond'rous my journey will prove.
Great spoils I shall win from death, hell, and sin,
'Midst outward affliction shall feel Christ within;
And when I'm to die, receive me, I'll cry,
For Jesus has lov'd me, I cannot tell why.
But this I do find, we two are so join'd,
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.
Now 'tis my care, that my neighbors may share
These blessings-to seek them will none of you dare?
In bondage, O why! in death will you lie,
When Jesus assures you free grace is so nigh?