Christ went a building to prepare
Not made with hands
And ’twill be decked with jewels rare
Not made with hands.
I know
I have another building;
’Tis not made with hands.
Put on the armor of our God
And take the path our captain trod
Keep fighting sin
that awful foe
Until you hear the trumpet blow
Then come up
children
get your crown
When you have laid your armor down
That city’s built with precious stone
Within we’ll gather ’round the throne
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