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.

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.

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.

4But hush, my soul! I hear the voice; The time my God appoints is best; While here, to do his will my choice, And in his love and mercy rest.