Heavenly Home

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 ever lasting light, It shines with ever lasting 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.