| This world is not my home, I’m just passing through
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| My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
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| The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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| O Lord you know I have no friend like you
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| If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
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| The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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| They’re all expecting me and that’s one thing I know
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| My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go
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| I know He’ll take me through, though I am weak and poor
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| O Lord you know I have no friend like you
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| If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
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| The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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| Just up in Glory Land we’ll live eternally
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| The Saints on every hand are shouting victory
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| Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven’s shore
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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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| O Lord you know I have no friend like you
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| If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
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| The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore |