#21449 - NOT MADE WITH HANDS

My Savior's gone a mansion to prepare, In yon fair lands; Adorned it will be with jewels rare, Not made, not made with hands.

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.

Just over there, its splendor I can see, All fair it stands; How wondrous this dwelling place for me, Not made, not made with hands.

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.

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.

I know, I know, in heav'n for me a mansion stands; A home, a home, Not made with hands.

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