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.

Just up in Glory Land,

We’ll live eternally,

The Saints on every hand,

Are shouting Victory,

The songs of sweetest praise,

Drift back from heaven’s shore,

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.

 

 

Jesus said unto him,

 

 

If thou wilt be perfect,

go and sell that thou hast,

and give to the poor,

and thou shalt have treasure in heaven:

and come and follow me. 

Matthew 19:21

   And the kingdom and dominion,

and the greatness of the kingdom

under the whole heaven,

shall be given to the people

of the saints of the most High,

whose kingdom is an everlasting kingdom,

and all dominions

shall serve and obey him. 

Daniel 7:27