This World Is Not My Home - Daniel O'Donnell

This world is not my home, I’m just 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

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

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, though I am weak and poor

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

Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven’s shore

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore

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