True Joys

1O, TELL me no more
Of this world's vain store,
The time for such trifles
With me now is o'er.

2A City I've found,
Where true joys abound;
To dwell I'm determin'd
On this happy ground.

3My soul, don't delay,
He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Saviour,
And bless the glad day.