Millennial Harp 11
The New Jerusalem
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 determined
On this happy ground.
3My soul, don't delay,
He calls thee away;
Rise, follow thy Savior,
And bless the glad day.
The verse
- Meter
- 5.5.6.5
- Foot
- trochaic (DUM-da) · 42% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- AABA
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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary
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 determined˘//˘/˘6B
On this happy ground.˘˘/˘/5A
Verse 3
My soul, don't delay,˘//˘/5A
He calls thee away;˘//˘/5A
Rise, follow thy Savior,//˘//˘6B
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.