Text: | We've no abiding city here |
Author: | Thomas Kelly |
Tune: | ANDRE |
Composer: | Unknown |
1 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,
We seek a city yet to come.
2 We've no abiding city here,
We seek a city out of sight;
Zion its name, the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
3 O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest!
Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd fly to thee, and be at rest.
4 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 | |
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First Line: | We've no abiding city here |
Author: | Thomas Kelly |
Publication Date: | 1886 |
Topic: | Reward of Saints |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | ANDRE |
Composer: | Unknown |
Meter: | L. M. |
Key: | G Major or modal |
Notes: | Alternate tunes: #212, 301, or 347. |