This world is not my home I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beck-on me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Chorus:
O Lord, I know, I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home O lord what can I do
The angel’s beck on me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
My Savior pardoned me from guilt and shame I know
I’ll trust His saving grace while travelin g here below
I know He’ll welcome me at heavens open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world any more
I have a precious mother up in glory land
I don’t expect to stop until I clasp her hand
For me she’s waiting now at heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
The saints in glory land are shouting victory
I want to join their band and live eternally
I hear the sweetest praise from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world any more
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