This World Is Not My Home
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing thru,
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.
They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know;
But I fixed it up with Jesus, a long long time ago
I know he'll take me thru, tho' I am weak and poor,
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
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Oh Lord, oh Lord, You know I have no friend like you;
If heaven's not my home, then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beck on me from heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
Just up in Glory land we'll live eternally,
The saints on ev'ry 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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