This World Is Not My Home

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 and 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
I fixed up with Jesus a long long time ago
I know he'll take me through although I'm weak and poor
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Oh Lord you know I have no friend like you...
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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 I have no friend like you...

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 I have no friend like you...