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.

2 The souls that believe, in glory shall live,

And me in that number will Jesus receive;

My soul, don’t delay, he calls thee away,

Rise, follow the Saviour, and bless the glad day.

3 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.

4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin,

’Midst outward afflictions, I feel Christ within;

And when I’m to die, receive me, I’ll cry,

For Jesus has loved me—I can not tell why.

5 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.

6 Now this is my care, that my neighbors may share

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

In bondage, O why, and death, will you lie,

When Jesus assures you free grace is so nigh?