This World Is Not My Home Lyrics - Hank Thompson

THIS WORLD IS NOT MY HOME 

(Albert E. Brumley) 

'52 Acclaim Music 

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 

Oh 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 

I have a loving mother just up in Gloryland 

And 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 

Oh Lord you know... 

Just over in Gloryland we'll live eternaly 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 

Oh Lord you know...