A building not made with hands

1 They tell me there's a home on high,
'Tis in fair Beaulah land;
A home so far beyond the sky,
Tis a building not made with hands.

Refrain:
Lord keep me day by day,
In the pure and perfect way;
I want to live some day
In a building not made with hands.

2 They say the joy can ne'er be told
Of saint and angel bands;
They say the streets are paved with gold,
In the city not made with hands. [Refrain]

3 I have some kindred gone before,
Around God's throne they stand;
I'm told they'll dwell for evermore
In a building not made with hands. [Refrain]

4 Be sure your sins are now forgiven,
And for Christ take a stand;
Be sure you have your name in heaven,
And a building not made with hands. [Refrain]


Source: His Fullness Songs #146