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We’ve no abiding city here.
Sad truth, were this to be our home;
But let the 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!
Oh, sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest;
Soon will our souls outspeed the dove
And be within thy walls at 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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| 1853 | # 632 |
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