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This world is not my home, I’m just a passing thru. 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

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This world is not my home,

I’m just a passing thru.

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 thru,

tho 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

drifts 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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