No Abiding City Here

We do not know

and can not tell

What path our feet may take;

We on­ly know that all is well

When borne for Je­sus’ sake.

We’ve no abid­ing ci­ty here;

We seek for one to come;

We strive to prove our ti­tle clear

To man­sions fair

at home.

We lay our life

our lit­tle all

In His dear guid­ing hand

And hast­en to ob­ey the call

We strive to un­der­stand.

A home

a harp

a robe and crown

To faith­ful fol­low­ers giv’n;

The tri­als

cross­es

all laid down

Then rest

sweet rest

in Heav’n.