This World Is Not My Home

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:
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.

They're all expecting me,
and that's one thing I know,
my Saviour 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.

Just up in glory-land
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.