Hymns for God’s Peculiar People 37
True Joys
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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.
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- Scripture
- Matt 6:19-21; Heb 11:16; Luke 9:23
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The verse
- Meter
- 5.5.6.5
- Foot
- trochaic (DUM-da) · 41% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- AABA
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Verse 1
O tell me no more˘/˘˘/5A
Of this world's vain store,˘˘///5A
The time for such trifles˘/˘//˘6B
With me now is o'er.˘˘/˘/5C
Verse 2
A city I've found˘/˘//5A
Where true joys abound;///˘/5A
To dwell I'm determin'd˘//˘/˘6B
On this happy ground.˘˘/˘/5A
Verse 3
My soul, don't delay,˘//˘/5A
He calls thee away;˘//˘/5A
Rise, follow thy Saviour,//˘//˘˘7B
And bless the glad day.˘/˘//5A
Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.