We've no abiding city here;

Representative text

As printed in The Church Hymnal (1941), no. 308 — the newest hymnal carrying it.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 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, And His to fix my time of rest.