THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME

arr. by Albert Brumley

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

Chorus
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 Glory Land we’ll live eternally
The saints on every hand will shout the victory
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore