Hymn: 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 doth 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 afflictions,
shall feel Christ within.
And still (which is best)
I in his dear breast
(As at the beginning)
find pardon and rest.

And when I'm to die,
Receive me, I'll cry,
For Jesus hath loved me,
I cannot say 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 thine.
In heaven we'll meet
In harmony sweet
And, glory to Jesus!
we'll then be complete.

Lyrics: John Gambold | Singers: Youth in Cades Cove Primitive Baptist Church