| This World Is Not My Home |
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| 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 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 |
| My Saviour pardoned me and now I onward go |
| I know he’ll take me through though I am weak and poor |
| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore |
| Oh Lord you know… |
| I have a loving mother just up in Gloryland |
| And 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 |
| Oh Lord you know… |
| Just up in Gloryland we’ll live eternaly the saints on every hand are shouting |
| victory |
| Then songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore |
| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore |
| Oh Lord you know… |
