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

Chorus:
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

They're all expecting me, and that's one
thing I know,
My Saviour pardoned me and now
I onward go;
I know He'll take me through
Though I am weak and poor,
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 songs of sweetest praise drift back
from Heaven's shore
And I can't feel at home in this, world
anymore