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°¡¼ö: Carl Smith


This world is not my home I'm just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beck-on me from heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore

Chorus:
O Lord, I know, I have no friend like you
If heaven¡¯s not my home O lord what can I do
The angel¡¯s beck on me from heaven¡¯s open door
And I can¡¯t feel at home in this world anymore

My Savior pardoned me from guilt and shame I know
I¡¯ll trust His saving grace while travelin g here below
I know He¡¯ll welcome me at heavens open door
And I can¡¯t feel at home in this world any more

I have a precious mother up in glory land
I don¡¯t expect to stop until I clasp her hand
For me she¡¯s waiting now at heaven¡¯s open door
And I can¡¯t feel at home in this world anymore

The saints in glory land are shouting victory
I want to join their band and live eternally
I hear the sweetest praise from heaven¡¯s open door
And I can¡¯t feel at home in this world any more

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This World Is Not My Home
Carl Smith



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