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4 We've no abiding city here:
We seek a city out of sight; Zion it's name-the LORD is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
5 Thither our course with joy we bend,
In hopes the sacred place to gain,
And peace and love for ever reign.
1 LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide
Of all that travel to the sky;
Who would alone on Thee rely;
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth, we know, is not our place;
And restless to behold Thy face;
3 We have no 'biding city here,
But seek a city out of sight:
Aspiring to the plains of light;
4. Patient th' appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind ;
The New Jerusalem to find :
To find the New Jerusalem. -5 Through Thee, who all our sins hast borne,
Freely and graciously forgiv'n,
Contending for our native heav'n:
We find it nearer while we sing.
We urge our way with strength renew'd;
We travel to the mount of GOD;
That leads us to the saints abode:
"Twill make amends for all our pain.
In hope we find a sweet relief;
When all our griefs shall pass away. 3 And what is all we suffer now,
Or all we can endure below,
4 Then let us walk, without complaint,
The thorny road, and never faint:
1 SAVIOUR, on me the grace bestow,
To trample on my mortal foe;
A pillar in Thy church above. 2 As beautiful as useful there,
May I that weight of glory bear,
For ever in Thy presence blest.
And let Thy FATHER's nature shine:
Transform'd into the God I see!
Returning to Thy glorious home,
Preparing for Hexren.
Shalt keep me faithful to the end:
Reward with an immortal crown. 2 JESUS, in Thy great Name I go,
To conquer death, my final foe;
And reigns eternal in the skies.
What Christ hath for His saints prepar'd;
Within the veil, and see
How bright their glories be.
And wet their couch with tears :
With sins, and doubts, and fears.
They, with united breath,
Their triumph to His death.
4 They march'd the footsteps that He trod;
His zeal inspir'd their breast;
Possess’d the promis'd rest.
For His own pattern giv'n,
Show the same path to heav'n.
The happiness of Heaven.
To mourning wand'rers giv'n ;-
"Tis found above-in Heav'n.
By sin and sorrow driv'n:
But all is calmin Heav'n.
In Jesu's might have striv'n,
And henceforth dwell-in Heav'n. 4. There-love lifts up the tearful eye,
The heart with anguish riv'n;
And all's serene--in Heav'n. 5 There-beauteous flow'rs unfading bloom,
And joys supreme are giv'n;
Appears the dawn-of Heav'n.