Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place;

We hasten through this vale of woe,

and, restless to behold Thy face,

Swift to our heavenly country move,

Our everlasting home above.

We've no abiding city here,

But seek a city out of sight;

Thither our steady course we steer,

Aspiring to the plains  of light,

Jerusalem, the saints' abode,

Whose founder is the living God.

Charles Wesley

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       "Not having received the promises but having seen them afar off [they] were assured of them, embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. ...

     "They desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them." 

Hebrews 11:13, 16

 

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