Wells Second 581
Tune: David Wright, 2001
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.
Shortly this prison of my clay,
Must be dissolved and fall;
Then O, my soul, with joy obey,
Thy heav’nly Father’s call.
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.”
In honor of the Charles Wells family.