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?