 We've no abiding city here, said to the world, is to be our home. But let this thought, our spirit's cheer, we seek our city yet to come. We seek our city yet to come. We've no abiding city here, we seek our city out of sight. Zion its name, the Lord is there, it shines sweet as sting light, it shines sweet as sting love. O sweeter port of peace and love, where pilgrims read from toil of land, I'd either pee, nions of a dove, I'd fly to the address, I'd fly to the NB address, I'd fly to the address,