Looking for a City

Last night, 70 people came to the chapel to hear the Ayrton Brothers sing and preach. It was a good, old fashioned gospel service and a number of the visitors were not Christians. One nice lady who joined us was holidaying in the area and was walking past. She was clear she was not a Christian, but several of her family were. 

We closed with Looking for a City, the lyrics of which neatly describe the transient life of ours and the glorious destination for those who believe in Christ:


Here among the shadows in a lonely land, 

We're a band of pilgrims on the move; 

Burdened down with sorrows, 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 good-by, 

There we'll meet our Saviour, and our loved ones too, 

Come O Holy Spirit, all our hopes renew


Here in disappointment we so sadly roam, 

Friends no longer speak one word of love; 

O we have found contentment, Jesus promised us a home, 

And I'm looking for a city built above. 


In this land of dangers going here and there 

Trusting in the blessed Saviour’s love; 

Tho' we may be strangers, in this world of care, 

Looking for a city built above.