Tell Me No More Of Earthly Toys

1 Tell me no more of earthly toys,
Of sinful mirth and carnal joys,
(The things I lov'd before:)
Let me but view my Saviour's face,
And feel his animating grace,
And I desire no more.

2 Tell me no more of praise and wealth,
Of careless ease and blooming health,
For they have all their snares:
Let me but know my sins forgiv'n,
And see my name enroll'd in heaven,
And I am free from cares.

3 Tell me no more of lofty tow'rs,
Delightful gardens, fragrant bow'rs,
For these are trifling things;
The little room for me design'd,
Will suit as well my easy mind,
As palaces of kings.

4 Tell me no more of crowding guests,
Of gaudy dress, and sumptuous feasts,
Extravagance and waste:
My little table, only spread
With wholesome herbs and wholesome bread,
Will better suit my taste.

5 Give me a bible in my hand,
A heart to read and understand,
This sure, unerring word;
I'd urge no company to stay,
But sit alone from day to day
And converse with the Lord.

Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #443

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