This World Is Not My Home

(Mary Reeves - Albert E. Brumley)



This world is not my home

I'm just a-passing through

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.



Oh 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.



I have a loving mother

Just up in Gloryland

And 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.



Oh 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.



--- Instrumental ---



Just over in Gloryland

We'll live eternaly

The saints on every 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.



Oh 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...