| lyric | 1. This world is not my home,
I’m just a passing tru,
my treasures are laid up
somewhere beyond the Blue;
th angels beckon my from heaven’s open door,
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Ref.: 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 Saviour pardoned me, and now I onward go;
I know He’ll take me thru, thol am weak and poor,
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
0 Lord, you know. ..
3. I have a loving mother up in Glory Land,
I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand;
she’s waiting now for me in heaven’s open door,
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
0 Lord, you know. ..
4. Just up in Glory Land we’ll live etemally,
the Saints on ev’ry hand are shouting victory,
their song of sweetest praise
drift back from heaven’s shore,
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
0 Lord, you know... |