Verse 1
HeCre among the shadows iFn a lonely land
WeC're a band of pilgrims on the moGve
BurdCened down with sorrows, shunFned on every hand
LookCing for a city buGilt abCove
Chorus
LooCking for a city, wheFre we'll never dCie
TheCre the sainted millions, nevDer say goodGbye
TheCre we'll meet our Savior, aFnd our loved ones tCoo
CoFme, oh, Holy SpiCrit, aDll our hoGpes renCew
ICn this land of dangers (we are)
goiFng here and there, (We're simply)
trusCting in the blessed Savior's loGve; (And mercy),
thCo' we may be strangers, LivFing in this world of care,
We're always lookCing for a ciGty built aboCve