9. Hymn: This World is Not My Home

Hymn: This World is Not My Home

Author: Albert E. Brumley (1905-1977)

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1. 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.

Refrein:

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.

2. 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 thro‵ tho‵ I am weak and poor,
    And I can‵t feel at home in this world anymore.

3. 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.

4. 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.