Hymn - Hymnal

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We’ve No Abiding City Here

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,
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,
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,
And His to fix my time of rest.