| Song | O Tell Me No More Of This World’s |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | O Tell Me No More Of This World’s |
| Theme(s) | Aspirations |
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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.
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.
No Mortal Doth Know What He Can Bestow,
What Light, Strength And Comfort—Go After Him, Go;
Lo, Onward I Move To A City Above,
None Guesses How Wondrous My Journey Will Prove.
Great Spoils I Shall Win, From Death, Hell, And Sin,
’Midst Outward Afflictions, I Feel Christ Within;
And When I’m 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,
So This Is The Race I’m Running, Through Grace,
Henceforth, Till Admitted To See My Lord’s Face.
Now This Is My Care, That My Neighbours May Share
These Blessings: To Seek Them Will None Of You Dare?
In Bondage, O Why, And Death, Will You Lie,
When Jesus Assures You Free Grace Is So Nigh?
