This World is Not My Home
trad., arr. by Gustavson and Schonberg
This world is not my home, I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
Angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
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 can 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
Oh Lord, you know, I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home, then, Lord, what can I do
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
I have a loving savior up in glory land
And I don’t expect to stop until I shake his hand
He’s waiting there for me, and that’s one thing I know
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 can I do
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
©2004 Kent Gustavson Music ASCAP.