We've no abiding city here
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.