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4 We've no abiding city here :'
We seek a city out of sight;
It shines with everlasting light.
5 Thither our course with joy we bend,
In hopes the sacred place to gain,
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;
Our everlasting home above. 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,
world we cast behind ; From strength to strength we travel on,
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.
urge our way with strength renew'd; The church of the first-born to join,
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:
Preparing for Heaven.
-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! 4 When Thou hadst all Thy foes o'ercome,
Returning to Thy glorious home,
Preparing for Heaten.
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 prepard;
Within the veil, and see
How bright their glories be.
And wet their couch with tears : They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them, whence their vict'ry came:
They, with united breath, Ascribe the conquest to the LAMB,
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 calm-in 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.