#410We'll Live in Tents

Hymn Display

Let him his peo-ple on the earth, Be-fore he comes and calls them home To live un-salt in home and In the wild wood as of tent-ing, In the land where stran-gers, say take and a home Far from the dust and smoke;; He chose us year no state-ly tow-ers, Sink no foun-da-tion walls of stone, But crimp each night a few short O broth-er, when on a day, then think on it, And our tent be gone, But yet and still to rove.

The world is not our hab-i-ta-tion, We are trav-el-ing to a bet-ter land; A home in the skies is our des-ti-na-tion, We are march-ing to the prom-ised land; We are march-ing to the prom-ised land, We are march-ing to the prom-ised land.

Chorus

We'll live in tents on our jour-ney, We'll live in tents, We'll live in tents on our jour-ney, We'll live in tents. Brief-ly, Like for-bound trav-el-ers we jour-ney, We'll live in tents, un-til our rest. Shall reach the man That earth-ly home re-quires. We'll live in tents, we'll live in tents, shall heav-en, And are the mor-row's dawn move on. We'll live in tents, we'll live in tents, some, And live, home-seek-ing, for the pil-grim life. We'll live in tents, we'll live in tents.