| Song | There Is A House Not Made |
| Album | Top Songs About Heaven |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Isaac Watts |
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| Tags | There Is A House Not Made |
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There Is A House Not Made With Hands,
Eternal And On High;
And Here My Spirit Waiting Stands,
Till God Shall Bid It Fly.
Shortly This Prison Of My Clay
Must Be Dissolved And Fall;
Then, O My Soul! With Joy Obey
Thy Heavenly Father’s Call.
‘Tis He, By His Almighty Grace,
That Forms Thee Fit For Heav’n;
And, As An Earnest Of The Place,
Has His Own Spirit Given.
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.
‘Tis Pleasant To Believe Thy Grace,
But We Had Rather See;
We Would Be Absent From The Flesh
And Present, Lord, With Thee.
