by SingerForGod » Mon Oct 09, 2006 5:07 am
THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME
By Albert E Brumley
Verse 1
This world is not my home,I'm just a passing thru,
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.
Verse 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 thru tho I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
Chorus
Verse 3
I have a loving mother up in 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.
Chorus
Verse 4
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.
Chorus
THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME
By Albert E Brumley
Verse 1
This world is not my home,I'm just a passing thru,
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.
Verse 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 thru tho I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
Chorus
Verse 3
I have a loving mother up in 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.
Chorus
Verse 4
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.
Chorus