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.
