Not Made with Hands (Fergerson)

Christ Je­sus went a build­ing to pre­pare

In Heav’n’s fair lands

And it will be decked with jew­els rare

Not made with hands.

I know

I know

In Heav’n for me a man­sion stands

A home

a home

Not made with hands.

Look yon­der and a man­sion you can see

All fair it stands

A beau­ti­ful home pre­pared for me

Not made with hands.

I’ve nev­er been to Heav­en

but I’m told

In those fair lands

The streets are all paved with shin­ing gold

Not made with hands.

The ho­ly angels

beau­ti­ful and bright

Dwell in those lands

And soon we shall reach that home of light

Not made with hands.

Some of my friends have jour­neyed on before

From earth’s dark lands

To dwell in that home for­ev­er­more

Not made with hands.

Some morn­ing fair

some bright and gold­en day

When God com­mands

I’ll go to the home not far away

Not made with hands.