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.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.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.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.