2 “We’ve no abiding city here;”
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion its name—the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
3 O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I’d fly to thee, and be at rest.
4 But, hush, my soul! nor dare repine;
The time my God appoints is best;