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 will 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.
When I am to die,
Receive me, I’ll cry,
For Jesus has 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 thine;
In heaven we’ll meet
In harmony sweet,
And, glory to Jesus! we’ll then be complete.
My Brother's Garden 