In exile here we wander:
In heaven is our abode,—
The city of the angels,
The city of our God.
And here we toil, and strive, and fight,
With sin and woe oppressed;
There God will shine his glorious light,
And give his children rest.
Through many sore temptations,
By many sorrows torn,
We long to see his glory;
Our many falls we mourn.
But faith holds out the vision bright
Of our eternal home;
And hope assures the realms of light,
When we have overcome.
But for now
We are strangers in this place
We’ve no home
How we long to see your face!
Jesus, our joy and gladness,
To Thee for aid we flee:
Give tears of true contrition;
Our souls from guilt set free:
And we shall rise in that great day,
In bodies like to Thine,
And with Thy saints, in bright array,
Shall in Thy glory shine.
But for now
We are strangers in this place
We’ve no home
How we long to see your face!
There we, as children dwelling,
Who here as exiles groan,
God's praises shall be telling
Before His glorious throne:
There in our endless home shall rest,
From strife and sorrow free,
And join the anthem of the blest,
Forever, Lord, to Thee.
But for now
We are strangers in this place
We’ve no home
How we long to see your face!
Chad Lloyd, bass; Emily Ryan, keys and vocals; Jonny Akamu, electric guitar; Jonathan Olson, engineer; Lisa Goben, accordion and vocals; Luke Morton, vocals and electric guitar; Mark Sandeno, percussion; Von Sandeno, drums.
Words: William Cooke, 1872. Music: Luke Morton, 2019
