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| This World Is Not My Home |
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| This world is not my home I'm just 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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