308 ~ 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, 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, 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, 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, And His to fix my time of rest.