This World is not my Home
By Albert E. Brumley
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This world is not my home, I’m just a passing thru
G7 C
My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue
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The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
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And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Chorus
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O Lord you know I have no friend like you
G7 C
If heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
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The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
D7 A# F C7 F
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
G7 C
My Savior pardoned me, and now I onward go
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I know He’ll take me thru, tho’ I am weak and poor
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And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
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Just up in glory land we’ll live eternally
G7 C
The saints on every hand are shouting victory
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Their song of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore
D7 A# F C7 F
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
25 авг 2023
