He looked for a city and lived in a tent

He looked for a city and lived in a tent

A pilgrim to glory right onward he went;

God’s promise his solace

so royal his birth

No wonder he sought not the glories of earth.

City! O city fair!

God’s dwelling with man to eternity is there.

He looked for a city

his God should prepare;

No mansion on earth

could he covet or share

For had not God told him

that royal abode

Awaited His pilgrims on ending the road.

He looked for a city; if sometimes he sighed

To be trudging the road

all earth’s glory denied

The thought of that city changed sighing to song

For the road might be rough

but it could not be long.

He looked for a city

his goal

Lord

we share

And know that bright city

which Thou dost prepare

Is ever our portion

since willing to be

Just pilgrims with Jesus

our roof a tent tree.