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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.
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First Line: | There is a House not made with Hands |
Title: | Death and immediate Glory |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Topic: | Death and Resurrection |