Abiding City

Abiding City

Oh, sweet home of love and peace
Where pilgrims tired and troubled rest
Into the hope of Zion lean
Where in Jesus’ arms we will fall at last

Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here

Addictions, empty promises
This broken world just can’t satisfy
A sweeter song, redemption’s bliss
Is sealed for us in paradise

Oh, lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here


Spirit heal our neighborhood
Until your kingdom work is done
Teach us what is just and good
As we look for the city that is yet to come

Oh lift up your head
For the day is near
And we have no abiding city here

A city filled with gold and light
God the builder and the architect
When our faith is turned to sight
Oh I cannot imagine it

Oh lift up your head
For the day is near
We have no abiding city here

-Sandra McCracken [Inspired by Thomas Kelly’s “We’ve No Abiding City Here” c. 1804]

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