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 in 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?