We've no abiding city hereAuthor: Thomas Kelly
Published in 175 hymnals
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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,"
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion it's 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 the dove,
I'd flee 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.
Source: Book of Worship with Hymns and Tunes #597