308. WE'VE NO ABIDING CITY HERE
Church Hymnal 1941,
Here 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.
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.
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.
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.
||We've No Abiding City Here
||We've no abiding city here
||Thomas Kelly (1769-1854)
||The Gospel: Eternal Life