6172 Corinthians 5:1-8CM
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 my present house of clay
    Must be dissolved and fall:
Then, O my soul! with joy obey
    The heavenly Father’s call.
3  ’Tis He, by His almighty grace,
    That makes us fit for Heaven,
And, as an earnest of the place,
    Has His own Spirit given.
4  We walk by faith in joys to come,
    Faith lives upon His Word:
But while the body is our home,
    We’re absent from the Lord.
5  ’Tis happy to believe Thy grace,
    But how we long to see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
    And present, Lord, with Thee.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748