1048    L.M.     T. Kelly
“For here have we no continuing city.” Heb. 13. 14

1 “We’ve no abiding city here;”
  This may distress the worldling’s mind;
  But should not cost the saint a tear,
  Who hopes a better rest to find.

2 “We’ve no abiding city here;”
  Sad truth, were this to be our home;
  But let the thought our spirits cheer,
  “We seek a city yet to come.”

3 “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.

4 “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.

5 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.