XX. There is a House not made with Hands

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.
2 Shortly this Prison of my Clay
must be dissolv'd and fall;
Then, O my Soul, with Joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's Call.

3 'Tis He by his almighty Grace,
that forms thee fit for Heav'n;
And, as an Earnest of the Place,
has his own Spirit giv'n.
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.

5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy Grace,
but we had rather see;
We would be absent from the Flesh,
and present, Lord, with Thee.

Text Information
First Line: There is a House not made with Hands
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
Scripture:
Tune Information
(No tune information)



Media
More media are available on the text authority page.

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us