Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

Hymn 110 (There is a house not made with hands)

Death and immediate glory.

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.

1. Psalm 136 (Give thanks to God most high)
2. Hymn 52 (Death! 'Tis a melancholy day)
3. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
4. Hymn 74 (We are a garden walled around)
5. Psalm 46. Part 1 (God is the refuge of his saints)

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