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.

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.