He looked for a city and lived in a tent,
A pilgrim to
glory right onward he went;
God¡¦s promise his solace, so
royal his birth,
No wonder he sought not the glories of
earth.
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Home! Home! Home, sweet home!
A welcome
from Jesus awaits us at home.
He looked for a city his God should prepare,
No mansion on
earth could he covet or share.
For had not God told him that
royal abode
Awaited His pilgrims on ending the road.
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He looked for a city; if sometimes he sighed
To be
trudging the road, all earth¡¦s glory denied,
The though of
that city changed sighing to song,
For the road might be
rough, but it could not be long.
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He looked for a city; his goal, Lord, we share;
And know
that bright city which Thou dost prepare
Is ever our portion,
since willing to be
Just pilgrims with Jesus, our roof a tent
tree.
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