This World Is Not My Home Anonymous/Unknown, pub.1919 alt. copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Heaven, Anticipation This World Is Not My Home [.xml] Anonymous/Unknown arr. by Albert E. Brumley copyright status is Public Domain Key: G Meter: 12.12.12.12.10.12.12.12 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid] This song in other languages: .pdf Pусский (Russian)	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. Refrain: 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. 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. 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.

This World Is Not My Home

Anonymous/Unknown, pub.1919
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This World Is Not My Home [.xml]

Key: G

Meter: 12.12.12.12.10.12.12.12

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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.
- Refrain:
  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.
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.
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.