2 Corinthians 5:1-4

• [2Co 5:1] There Is A House Not Made With Hands

  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.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

2 Corinthians 5:8

• [2Co 5:8] We’re Going Home Tomorrow

  We’re going home, no more to roam, No more to sin and sorrow; No more to wear the brow of care, We’re going home tomorrow. Refrain We’re going home, we’re going home tomorrow, We’re going home, we’re going home tomorrow. For weary feet awaits a street Of wondrous pave and golden; For hearts that ache, the angels wake The story, sweet and olden. Refrain For those who sleep, and those who weep, Above the portals narrow, The mansions rise beyond the skies— We’re going home tomorrow. Refrain Oh, joyful song! Oh, ransomed throng! Where sin no more shall sever; Our King to see, and, oh, to be With Him at home forever! Refrain

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  source: Cyberhymnal