1 O tell me no more
Of this world’s vain store,
The time for such trifles
With me now is o’er. MIM 18.1
2 A city I’ve found
Where true joys abound;
To dwell I’m determined
On this happy ground. MIM 18.2
3 My soul, don’t delay,
He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Savior,
And bless the glad day. MIM 18.3