Looking for a City

Here among the shadows

Living in a lonely land,

We're a band

Of pilgrims on the move;

Burdened down with sorrows,

And we're shunned on every hand,

Looking for a city built above.

Looking for a city

Where we'll never die,

There the sainted millions,

Never say goodbye

There we'll meet our Savior,

And our loved ones too,

Come, oh Holy Spirit,

All our hopes renew.

In this land of dangers

Going here and there,

Trusting in the blessed Savior's love.

Tho' we may be strangers,

In this world of care,

Looking for a city built above.

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