Song Name: | This World Is Not My Home(Melody Maker) | By: | Unknown |
Posted By: | bohe | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | Any | Genre: | Religious |
Harp Type: | Melody Maker | ||
Created: | 2009-04-17 00:04:23 | Modified: | 2009-05-27 01:05:49 |
Song: |
This World Is Not My Home Melody Maker -2 -3 -3 -3 3 -2 This world is not my home -3 -3 -2 -2 2 -1 I'm just a pass-ing thru, -1 -2 -2 -2 3 -3 My trea-sures are laid up -2 -3 -3 3 -2 3 some-where be-yond the blue; -3 -4 -4 -4 -3 -2 the an-gels beck-on me -3 3 -2 -2 2 -1 from heav-en's o-pen door -1 2 -2 -2 3 -3-4 and I can't feel at home 5 -4 -3-2 3 3 -2 in this world an-y more. Chorus -4 -4 -3 -2 O Lord, I know, -3 3 -2 -2 2 -1 I have no friend like you, -1 -2 -2 -2 3 -3 if heav-en's not my home, -2 -3 -3 3 -2 3 O Lord what can I do? -3 -4 -4 -4 -3 -2 the an-gels beck-on me -3 3 -2 -2 2 -1 from heav-en's o-pen door, -1 2 -2 -2 3 -3-4 and I can't feel at home, 5 -4 -3-2 3 3 -2 in this world an-y more 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 through though I am weak and poor and I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 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. Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally, the Saints on every hand are shouting victory; their song of sweetest praise drifts back from heaven's shore and I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 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. |