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.

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.

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 through,

though I am weak and poor,

And I can’t feel at home

in this world anymore.

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.

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.

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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