Benjamin Schmolck | Vase of Flowers and Conch Shell by Anne Vallayer-Coster | Find more at www.ryanbush.orgO 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! go 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 afflictions 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 hath 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, through favor divine,And O, my dear Jesus, the praise shall be thineIn heaven we'll meet in harmony sweet,And glory to Jesus! we'll then be complete.

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