Public domain.
Author anonymous.
Arrangement Copyright 1947 by Alfred B. Smith
Lyrics
Verse 1
This world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' 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
Chorus
O Lord (O Lord) You know (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
Verse 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, tho' I am weak and poor
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Verse 3
Just up in glory-land we'll live eternally
The saints on every 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
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore