O tell me no more
Hymn 11
1
O tell me no more
Of this world's vain store,
The time for such trifles
With me now is o'er.
2
A city I 've found
Where true joys abound;
To dwell I 'm determined
On this happy ground.
3
My soul, don't delay,
He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Savior,
And bless the glad day.