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Rees 418

Tune: Eld. Edmund Dumas, 1859
Alto: Wilson Marion Cooper, 1902
Lyrics: Isaac Watts, 1709
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
There is a house, not made with hands,
Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands
'Till God shall bid it fly.


I long to see my friends again,
And hear them sweetly say,
“Come, weary dove, here is thy home,
Then fold thy wings and stay.”

Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolved and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey,
Thy heavn'ly Father's call.