This World is Not My Home

This world is not my home, Iím just passing through.
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from Heavenís open door
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.
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O Lord you know I have no friend like you
If Heavenís not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heavenís open door
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.

Theyíre all expecting me and thatís one thing I know.
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go.
I know Heíll take me through, though I am weak and poor.
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Just up in Glory Land weíll live eternally.
The Saints on every hand are shouting victory.
Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heavenís shore
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.