We have here no abiding city.

I'M a lonely trav'ler here, Weary oppress'd But my journey's end is near, Soon shall I rest; Dark and dreary is the way, Toiling I come; Ask me not with you to stay, Yonder's my home.

I'm a trav'ler to a land Where all is fair; Where are seen no broken bands, All, all are there; Where no tears shall ever fall, No heart be sad; Where the glory is for all, And all are glad.

I'm a trav'ler; call me not; Upward's my way; Yonder is my rest and lot; I can not stay. Farewell earthly pleasures all; Pilgrim I'll roam; Hail me not; in vain you call; Yonder's my home.