We'll Live in Tents

1God bids His people on the earth,
Before He comes and calls them hence To live unknit to home and hearth,
Like farbound travelers— in tents.

RefrainWe'll live in tents until our feet Shall reach the land by sin untrod,
The gate of pearl, the golden street,
Whose Builder and whose Maker,
God.

2It is His will that we should pass Like strangers, sep'rate and aside From all the vain and worldly mass That crowd the Babylons of pride.

3He'd have us rear no stately towers,
Sink no foundation walls of stone,
But camp each night a few short hours,
And ere the morrow's dawn move on.

4O brother, whatsoever chain Binds us to fleshly lust and strife,
Here let us rend it in God's name,
And live, henceforth, the pilgrim life.