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 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.

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.

Recordings 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6