DGD
This world is not my home, I'm just a passing thru,
E7A
My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue.
DD7G7D
The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,
B7GDA7D
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
DGD
Oh Lord, oh Lord, You know I have no friend like you;
EA
If heaven's not my home, then Lord, what will I do?
DD7G7D
The angels beck on me from heaven's open door,
B7GDA7D
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 am on ward 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.
I have a loving mother, up in the 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.
Just up in Glory land we'll live eternally,
The saints on ev'ry hand are shouting victory,
their song of sweetest praise
drift back from heaven's shore,
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.