There Is a Habitation

There is a ha­bi­ta­tion

Built by the liv­ing God

For all of ev­ery na­tion

Who seek that grand ab­ode.

O Si­on

Si­on

I long thy gates to see;

O Si­on

Si­on

When shall I dwell in thee?

A ci­ty with foun­da­tions

Firm as th’eter­nal throne;

Nor wars

nor de­so­la­tions

Shall ev­er move a stone.

No night is there

no sor­row

No death

and no de­cay;

No yes­ter­day

no mor­row—

But one eter­nal day.

Within its pear­ly por­tals

Angelic ar­mies sing

With glo­ri­fied im­mor­tals

The prais­es of its king.