This World Is Not My Home

This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through; E7 A My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue. D D7 G7 D The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, B7 G D A7 D And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. {name: Chorus} D G D Oh, Lord you know I have no friend like You, E A If heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do? D D7 G7 D The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, B7 G D A7 D And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. There all expecting me, and that's one thing I know. My Saviour's pardoned me, and now I onward go. I know He'll take me through, thought I am weak and poor, 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 songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore, And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.