Not Made With Hands

Verse 1 I have a home all bright and fair,
In heav’n it stands;
Adorned it is with jewels rare,
Not made with hands.

Verse 2 When life is ended here below,
I’ll leave these lands,
And wear a robe as white as snow,
Not made with hands.

Verse 3 There with the ransomed I shall live,
With angel bands,
My Saviour me a crown will give,
Not made with hands.

Verse 4 Within a city paved with gold,
This mansion stands,
Where gates of pearl to saints unfold,
Not made with hands.

Verse 5 I long to reach that city bright,
Where joy exspands,
Enraptured be, with heav’nly light,
Not made with hands.

Refrain I know, I know,
For me in heav’n a mansion stands,
A home, a home,
Not made with hands.