Book of Worship (Rev. ed.) ‎#340

340. "We've no abiding city here"

1 "We've no abiding city here,"
This may distress the worldly mind;
But should not cost a saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.

2 "We've no abiding city here,"
Sad truth, were this to be our home;
But let this thought our spirits cheer,
"We seek a city yet to come."

3 "We've no abiding city here,"
Then let us live as pilgrims do:
Let not the world our rest appear;
But let us haste from all below.

4 "We've no abiding city here,"
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion it's name,--the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.

5 O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest;
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I'd flee to thee, and be at rest.

6 But hush, my soul! nor dare repine;
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do His will be mine,
And His to fix my time of rest.

Text Information

• First Line: "We've no abiding city here"
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1870
• Topic: Christians: their life and experience; Fruits of the Spirit: Hope; Happiness: of hope; Holy Spirit: Fruits of; Hope
• Notes: Author from index: Kelly

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