There Is a House Not Made with Hands

Verse 1

There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high:
And here my spirit waiting stands
Till God shall bid it fly.

Verse 2

Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv’d and fall,
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father’s call.

Verse 3

’Tis he by his almighty grace
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.

Verse 4

We walk by faith of joys to come,
Faith lives upon his word;
But while the body is our home
We’re absent from the Lord.

Verse 5

’Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.