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.

O, when shall I see Jesus, And reign with Him above,

And from the flowing fountain Drink everlasting love?

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin,

And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in?

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

But now I am a soldier, My Captain’s gone before;

He’s given me my orders, And bids me ne’er give o’er.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Thru grace I am determined To conquer, tho’ I die,

And then away to Jesus On wings of love I’ll fly.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Whene’er you meet with troubles And trials on your way,

Then cast your care on Jesus, And don’t forget to pray.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Gird on the gospel armour Of faith, and hope, and love,

And when the combat’s ended, He’ll carry you above.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

O, do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend;

And if you lack for knowledge, He’ll not refuse to lend.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

Neither will He upbraid you, Tho’ often you request,

He’ll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest.

I’m on my way to Canaan, I’m on my way to Canaan,

I’m on my way to Canaan, To the new Jerusalem.

O, Jesus, my Savior, I know Thou art mine;

For Thee all the pleasures of sin I resign;

Of objects most pleasing I love Thee the best;

Without Thee I’m wretched, but with Thee I’m blest.

The Spirit first taught me to know I was blind,

Then taught me the way of salvation to find;

And when I was sinking in gloomy despair,

Thy mercy relieved me and bid me not fear.

In vain I attempt to describe what I feel;

The language of mortals or angels would fail;

My Jesus is precious, my soul’s in a flame;

I’m raised to a rapture while praising His name.

O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn, My sins which have Thy body  torn;

Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last tremendous agony.

O could I gain the mountain’s height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight;

O that with Salem’s daughters I might stand and see my Savior die!

I’d smite upon my breast and mourn, And never from the cross return:

I’d weep o’er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus’ blood.

I’d hang upon His breast and cry, Lord, save a soul condemned to die,

And let a wretch come near Thy throne To plead the merits of Thy Son.

Father of mercies, drop Thy frown, And let me shelter in Thy Son;

O with my earnest suit comply And give me Jesus or I die.

O Lord, deny me what Thou wilt, Only relieve me of my guilt;

Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry, And give me Jesus or I die.

Show pity, Lord, and send relief, To a poor sinner drowned in grief.

Who has no plea to bring him nigh, Lord, save a soul condemned to die!

Didst Thou not send Thy Son to die For guilty worms who pine and cry?

O let the vilest now come night – Lord, save a soul condemned to die!