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This world Dis not my home, I'm just a Gpassing thru, D
My treasures are laid up, E7somewhere beyond the bAlue.
TheD angels beckon D7me from G7heaven's open Ddoor,
And I can't feel at B7home Gin this Dworld A7anymoDre.
Oh DLord, oh Lord, You know I Ghave no friend like Dyou;
If heaven's not my home, then ELord, what will I Ado?
The Dangels beck on D7me from hG7eaven's open Ddoor,
And I can't feel at B7home Gin this wDorld A7anymDore.
They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know;
my Saviour pardoned me, and now I am on ward go.
I know he'll take me thru, tho' I am weak and poor,
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
I have a loving mother, up in the Glory land;
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.
Just up in Glory land we'll live eternally,
The saints on ev'ry hand are shouting victory,
their song of sweetest praise
drift back from heaven's shore,
and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.
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