This world is not my home, I'm just a passing thru,
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, oh Lord, You know I have no friend like you;
If heaven's not my home, then Lord, what will I do?
The angels beck on 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;