Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not high minded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy.@1 Timothy 6:17

John Gambold, in the English Moravian Hymn Book, 1742, number 107.

Kelbrook J. Riley, in Hymnal of the Methodist Episcopal Church with Tunes (New York: Eaton & Mains, 1878), page 282 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John Gambold (1711-1771)

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.

The souls that believe in paradise live,
And me in that number will Jesus receive;
My soul, don’t delay; He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Savior, and bless the glad day.

No mortal doth know what He can bestow,
What light, strength, and comfort—go after Him, go;
Lo, onward I move to a city 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 when I’m 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;
So this is the race I’m running through grace,
Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord’s face.

And now I’m in care my neighbors may share
These blessings: to seek them will none of you dare?
In bondage, O why, and death will you lie,
When One here assures you free grace is so nigh?