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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.
O Lord, I know, I have no friend like you, If heaven's not my home O Lord what can I do? The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
My Savior pardoned me from guilt and shame I know, I'll trust His saving grace while trav'ling here below; I know He'll welcome me at heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord, I know, I have no friend like you, If heaven's not my home O Lord what can I do? The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
I have a precious mother up in glory land, I don't expect to stop until I clasp her hand; For me she's waiting now at heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord, I know, I have no friend like you, If heaven's not my home O Lord what can I do? The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
The saints in glory land are shouting victory, I want to join their band and live eternally; I hear the sweetest praise from heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord, I know, I have no friend like you, If heaven's not my home O Lord what can I do? The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.