This World Is Not My Home

This world is not my home

I'm just a passing through

My treasures are laid up

Somewhere beyond the blue.

The angels beckon me

From heaven's open door

And I can't feel at home

In this world anymore.

Oh Lord you know,

I have no friend like you

If heaven's not my home

Then Lord what will I do?

The angels beckon me

From heaven's open door

And I can't feel at home

In this world anymore.

They're all expecting me

And that's one thing I know

I fixed it up with Jesus

Many years ago.

I know He'll see me through

Tho' I am weak and poor

And I can't feel at home

In this world anymore.

I have aloving mother

Up in gloryland

I don't expect to stop

Until I shake her hand

She's waiting now for me

In heaven's open door

And I can't feel at home

In this world anymore.

Just up in gloryland,

We'll live eternally;

The saints on every hand

Are shouting "victory".

The songs of sweetest praise

Drift back from heaven's shore

And I can't feel at home

In this world anymore.

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