Not Made With Hands

[Verse 1] My Saviour's gone a mansion to prepare, In yon fair lands; Adorned it will be with jewels rare, Not made, not made with hands. [Chorus] I know, I know, in heav'n for me a mansion stands, A home, a home, Not made with hands. [Verse 2] How wonderful the story I've been told, That in those lands The gates all are pearl, the streets are gold, Not made, not made with hands. [Chorus] I know, I know, in heav'n for me a mansion stands, A home, a home, Not made with hands. [Verse 3] Just over there, its splendour I can see, All fair it stands; How wonderful this dwelling place for me, Not made, not made with hands. [Chorus] I know, I know, in heav'n for me a mansion stands, A home, a home, Not made with hands. [Verse 4] There all the ransom'd robed in spotless white, Dwell in those lands, Securely within that home of light, Not made, not made with hands. [Chorus] I know, I know, in heav'n for me a mansion stands, A home, a home, Not made with hands. [Verse 5] When life is o'er, some morning bright and fair, I'll leave these lands; With all the redeemed, a crown to wear, Not made, not made with hands. [Chorus] I know, I know, in heav'n for me a mansion stands, A home, a home, Not made with hands.