We've No Abiding City Here

1We'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,

2We'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,

3O 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,

4But 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,