This world is not my home, I'm just passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from Heaven's open doorAnd I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

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O Lord you know I have no friend like youIf Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?The angels beckon me from Heaven's open doorAnd 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.

Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally.The Saints on every hand are shouting victory.Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shoreAnd I can't feel at home in this world anymore.