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This world is not my home, I’m just a passing throughMy treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blueThe angels beckon me, from Heaven’s open doorAnd I can’t feel at home in this world anymoreO Lord, You know, I have no friend like youIf Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I doThe angels beckon me , from Heaven’s open doorAnd I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
They’re all expecting me, and that’s one thing I knowMy Savior pardoned me, and now I onward goI know He’ll take me through, though I am weak and poorAnd I can’t feel at home in this world anymoreO Lord, You know, I have no friend like youIf Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I doThe angels beckon me , from Heaven’s open doorAnd I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Just up in gloryland, we’ll live eternallyThe saints on every hand are shouting victoryTheir songs of sweetest praise, drift back from Heaven’s shoreAnd I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.O Lord, You know, I have no friend like youIf Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I doThe angels beckon me , from Heaven’s open doorAnd I can’t feel at home in this world anymore