Christ in Song 727
No Abiding City Here
Words: J. AnsticeMusic: J. B. Dykes
1We 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.
2Here 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.
3And 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.
- Words
- J. Anstice
- Music
- J. B. Dykes
Copyright 1900 by F. E. Belden
The verse
- Meter
- 13.13.12
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 31% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- ABC
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