#77True Joys

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O, TELL me no more Of this world's vain store, The time for such trifles With me now is o'er.
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A City I've found, Where true joys abound; To dwell I'm determin'd On this happy ground.
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My soul, don't delay, He calls thee away; Rise, follow thy Saviour, And bless the glad day.

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