This World Is Not My Home(Melody Maker)

 
This World Is Not My Home
Melody Maker

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This world is not my home

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 I'm just a pass-ing thru,

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My trea-sures are laid up

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some-where be-yond the blue;

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the an-gels beck-on me

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from heav-en's o-pen door

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and I can't feel at home

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in this world an-y more.

Chorus

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 O  Lord, I know,

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 I have no friend like you,

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 if heav-en's not my home,

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O Lord what can I  do?

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the an-gels beck-on me

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from heav-en's o-pen door,

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and I can't  feel at home,

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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.