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,