Death and immediate glory. <br /> <br />2 Cor. 5:1,5-8. <br /> <br />There is a house not made with hands, <br />Eternal and on high; <br />And here my spirit waiting stands, <br />Till God shall bid it fly. <br /> <br />Shortly this prison of my clay <br />Must be dissolved and fall; <br />Then, O my soul! with joy obey <br />Thy heav'nly Father's call. <br /> <br />'Tis he, by his almighty grace, <br />That forms thee fit for heav'n; <br />And, as an earnest of the place, <br />Has his own Spirit giv'n. <br /> <br />We walk by faith of joys to come, <br />Faith lives upon his word; <br />But while the body is our home, <br />We're absent from the Lord. <br /> <br />'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, <br />But we had rather see; <br />We would be absent from the flesh, <br />And present, Lord, with thee.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-110/
