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10s & 11s.
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.
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?
Gambold.