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HYMN 110. (C. M.) Death and immediate Glory, 2 Cor. v. 1, 5–8.

I

There is a house not made with hands,
Eternal and on high:
And here my spirit waiting stands
Till God shall bid it fly.

II

Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall,
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heavenly Father's call.

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III

'Tis he by his almighty grace
That forms thee fit for heaven,
And as an earnest of the place,
Has his own Spirit given.

IV

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.

V

'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,
But we had rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.