#727No Abiding City Here

Words: J. Anstice
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We have no a-bid-ing ci-ty here, Sad truth, were this Our rest; But for-ward still we press, through good and ill, Se-cure of rest A-bove; For we have Christ for all.
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Here faith and pa-tience we may learn, And they shall Our home; But let us not think to find our rest down here, For the Lord's good Will we bow, With love to Him, and trust to His.
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And now we go for-ward on our way, With songs in-stead of tears, To en-ter in at the e-ter-nal gates, That stand al-ways A-jar; For the Lord's good Will we bow, With love to Him, and trust to His.

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Copyright 1900 by F. E. Belden