NOT MADE WITH HANDS
1. My Saviour’s gone a mansion to
prepare,
In yon fair lands;
Adorned it will be with jewels rare,
Not made, not made with hands.
Chorus:
I know, I know, in heav’n for me a
mansion stands,
A home, a home, Not made with
hands.
2. How wonderful the story I’ve been
told,
That in those lands
The gates all are pearl, the streets
are gold,
Not made, not made with hands.
3. Just over there, its splendour I can
see,
All fair it stands;
How wonderful this dwelling place
for me,
Not made, not made with hands.
4. There all the ransom’d robed in
spotless white,
Dwell in those lands,
Securely within that home of light,
Not made, not made with hands.
5. When life is o’er, some morning
bright and fair,
I’ll leave these lands;
With all the redeemed, a crown to
wear,
Not made, not made with hands.