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THE SAINT'S REST




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
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Heb 13:14;
      MUSIC
      Name: BRYNTEG
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 180G
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        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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