This World Is Not My Home

(Albert E. Brumley - Mary Reeves)



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

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.



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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

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.



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

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...