This world is not my home, I’m just 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 any more
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 any more
They’re all expecting me, And that’s one thing I know
I fixed it up with Jesus, forty years ago
I know he’ll take me through, though I am weak and poor
and I can’t feel at home in this world any more
I have a loving mother, o’er in glory land
I don’t expect to stop, until I shake her hand
She’s waiting there for me, in heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home, in this world anymore
Just o’er in glory land, we’ll live eternally
The saints on every hand are shouting victory
their 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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