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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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