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.

No mortal will know what Christ will bestow,
What joy, strength, and comfort do after Him go;
Lo! onward I move to see Christ above;
None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove.

Great spoils I shall win from death, hell, and sin,
'Midst outward affliction shall feel Christ within;
And still, which is best, I in His dear breast,
As at the beginning, 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, O, 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.