Verse 1

This world is not my home, I’m just a passing

through,

My treasures are laid up somewhere

beyond the blue;

The Saviour beckons me from heaven’s open

door,

And I can’t feel at home in this world any more.

Verse 2

Oh, Lord, you know, I have no friend like You;

If heaven’s not my home, then, Lord

what will I do? The Saviour beckons me from

heaven’s open door;

And I can’t feel at home in this world any more.

They’re all expecting me, and that’s one thing I

know;

My Saviour pardoned me, now onward I must go;

I know He’ll take me through, though I am weak

and poor,

And I can’t feel at home in this world any more.

Verse 3

Just over 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 any more.