—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
Chorus:
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
They're all expecting me that's one thing I know
I fixed it up with Jesus a long time ago
I know he'll take me through though I am weak and poor
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
Chorus
Just over in the Gloryland there'll be no dyin' there
The saints all shouting victory and singin' everywhere
I hear the voice of those that's gone on there before
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Just over in Gloryland we'll live eternally
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
Chorus
Verse & Chorus:
| I | IV – I | I | II – V |
| I | IV – I | I | V – I |