Oh, 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.
No mortal doth know what Christ will bestow,
What life, strength, and comfort doth after Him go;
Lo, onward I move, to see Christ above,
None knowing how wondrous my journey will prove.
Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin,
'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within;
And still, which is best, I in His dear breast,
As at the begining, find pardon and rest.
When I am to die, receive me, I'll cry,
For Jesus has 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.
This blessing is mine, thru favor divine,
And oh, my dear Jesus, the praise shall be Thine;
In heaven we'll meet in harmony sweet,
And glory to Jesus, we'll then be complete.