2 Cor. 5:1,5-8


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 heav'nly 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 giv'n.


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.

~ Isaac Watts