Hymns for Second Advent Believers 77
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.
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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.