O Tell me No More

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?