| 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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| Oh 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 Saviour 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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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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| Oh Lord you know…
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| I have a loving mother just up in Gloryland
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| And I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand
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| She’s waiting now for me in heaven’s open door
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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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| Oh Lord you know…
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| Just up in Gloryland we’ll live eternaly the saints on every hand are shouting
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| victory
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| Then songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore
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| And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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| Oh Lord you know… |