Chorus 1

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

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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
tho' I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore

Verse 3

I have a loving mother
up in gloryland,
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.

Verse 4

Just up in gloryland
we'll live eternally,
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.