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TChis world is not my home, FI'm just a passCing thru, My treasures are laid up, C7somewhere beyond the bGlue. TheC angels beckon C7me from F7heaven's open Cdoor, And I can't feel at G7home Fin this Cworld G7anymoCre.
Oh CLord, oh Lord, You know I Fhave no friend like Cyou; If heaven's not my home, then DLord, what will I Gdo? The Cangels beck on C7me from hF7eaven's open Cdoor, And I can't feel at G7home Fin this wCorld G7anymCore.
They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know; my Saviour pardoned me, and now I am on ward 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. I have a loving mother, up in the Glory land; I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand; She's waiting now for me in 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 ev'ry 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.