Verse 1
We know, by faith we know,
If this vile house of clay,
This tabernacle sink below
In ruinous decay,
We have a house above
Not made with mortal hands,
And firm as our Redeemer’s love
That heav’nly fabrick stands.

Verse 2
It stands securely high,
Indissolubly sure,
Our glorious mansion in the sky
Shall evermore endure.
O were we enter’d there,
To perfect heaven restor’d,
O were we all caught up to share
The triumph of our Lord!

Verse 3
Beneath our earthly load
We labour now and groan,
And hasten tow’rd that house of God,
And struggle to be gone:
We would not, Lord, desire
An end of misery,
But thee our earnest souls require,
We long to die for thee.

Verse 4
For this in faith we call,
For this we weep and pray,
O might the tabernacle fall,
O might we ’scape away!
Full of immortal hope,
We urge the restless strife,
And hasten to be swallow’d up
Of everlasting life.

Verse 5
Absent, alas! From God,
We in the body mourn,
And pine to quit this mean abode,
And languish to return:
Jesus, regard our vows,
And change our faith to sight,
And cloath us with our nobler house
Of empyrean light.

Verse 6
O let us put on thee
In perfect holiness,
And rise prepar’d thy face to see,
Thy bright unclouded face:
Thy grace with glory crown,
Who hast the earnest given,
And now triumphantly come down
And take our souls to heaven.