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We've no abiding city here:
This may distress the worldling's mind,
But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find,
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've no abiding city here
Then let us live as pilgrims do;
Let not the world our rest appear;
But let us haste from all below.
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.
O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of the dove,
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 13:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1919 | # 507 | | 1960 | # 514 | | 1904 | # 427 | | 1866 | # 1223 | | 1885 | # 585 |
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Name:
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BRYNTEG
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 180 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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