311. 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 me thro' tho' I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. [Chorus]

3 I have a loving Savior up in glory-land,
I don't expect to stop until I with Him stand,
He's waiting now for me in heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. [Chorus]

4 Just up in glory-land we'll live eternally,
The saints on every 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]

Text Information
First Line: This world is not my home
Title: This World Is Not My Home
Author: Albert E. Brumley
Refrain First Line: O Lord, you know I have no friend like you
Publication Date: 1980
Scripture: ; ;
Tune Information
Name: [This world is not my home]
Composer: Albert E. Brumley
Key: G Major
Copyright: Arr. © 1937, Ren. 1965 Albert E. Brumley & Sons



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