This World Is Not My Home

This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through,
My treasure are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue,
The angels beckon me, from Heavens open door,
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.

Oh 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.

Over in glory land, there is no dying there,
The saints are shouting victory and singing everywhere,
I hear the voice of them that's gone on before,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Oh 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 cant feel at home in this world anymore.

They're all expecting me, that's one thing I know,
I fixed it up with Jesus, a long long time ago.
I know he'll take me through, though I am weak and
poor, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.