Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #298: We'Ve No Abiding City Here

Hymn #297 Hymn #299

The Christian

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298 (L.M.) Thomas Kelly

We've no abiding city here:

This may distress the worldling's mind;

But should not cost a saint a tear,

Who hopes a better rest to find.

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've no abiding city here —

Then let us live as pilgrims do;

Let not the world our rest appear,

But let us haste from all below.

We've no abiding city here,

We seek a city out of sight:

Zion it's name — we'll soon be there —

It shines with everlasting light!

Zion! Jehovah is her strength;

Secure she smiles at all her foes,

And weary travellers at length

Within her sacred walls repose.

O sweet abode of peace and love!

Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest;

Had I the pinions of the dove,

I'd flee to thee, and be at rest.

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.

Hymn #297 Hymn #299