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E44. THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME

1.

This world is not my home I'm just a-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

 

Chorus
O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,
If Heaven's not my home, then 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

2.

They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know,

My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go; 

I know He'll take my thru tho' I am weak and poor,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Chorus

O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,

If Heaven's not my home, then 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

3.

Just up in gloryland we'll live eternally,
The saints on ev'ry hand are shouting victory,

Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Chorus

O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,

If Heaven's not my home, then 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

Composer: Albert E. Brumley (1905-1977)

Lyrics: Albert E. Brumley (1905-1977)

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