Psallos - Cityzens, Pts. 1-3 (1:27-30) Lyrics

Look around and see
The ground beneath your weary feet
Familiar it may seem
But it's only passing
I'm asking you to hold
To hope, to live a life that shows
You know the place where you belong
Do you know where you belong
Far away a country lies
Across the golden autumn skies
Can you feel the wind on your face
The river takes you ever on
With glorious strains and vict'ry songs
The sea has called
Home
Do you know where you belong
Zion or Rome
Where do you belong
Home
If I go or if I come, I wanna know that you are standing strong
With one mind, striving side by side
And I hope to hear that you are fastly stead in one Spirit
With one aim: for the gospel faith
Do not be frightened by
Those who side against you
Their fate of destruction is clear
So do not fear. Do not fear
Cause I want you to know, brothers
That it is a gift to believe
And it's a privilege to grieve and suffer
For the sake of Jesus
And I want you to know, brothers
That it is gift to believe
And it's a privilege to grieve and suffer
Just as you hear about me
Just as you hear about me

Look around and see
The ground beneath your weary feet
Familiar it may seem
But it's only passing
I'm asking you to hold
To hope, to live a life that shows
You know the place where you belong
Do you know where you belong
Far away a country lies
Across the golden autumn skies
Can you feel the wind on your face
The river takes you ever on
With glorious strains and vict'ry songs
The sea has called
Home
Do you know where you belong
Zion or Rome
Where do you belong
Home
If I go or if I come, I wanna know that you are standing strong
With one mind, striving side by side
And I hope to hear that you are fastly stead in one Spirit
With one aim: for the gospel faith
Do not be frightened by
Those who side against you
Their fate of destruction is clear
So do not fear. Do not fear
Cause I want you to know, brothers
That it is a gift to believe
And it's a privilege to grieve and suffer
For the sake of Jesus
And I want you to know, brothers
That it is gift to believe
And it's a privilege to grieve and suffer
Just as you hear about me
Just as you hear about me