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This world is not my home I'm just passing through |
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my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue |
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the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door |
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and I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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O Lord you know I have no friend like you |
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if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do? |
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the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door |
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and I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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They're all expecting me and that's one thing I know |
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my savior pardoned me and now I onward go |
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I know He'll take me through though I am weak and poor |
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and I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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O Lord you know I have no friend like you |
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if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do? |
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the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door |
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and I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally |
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the Saints on every hand are shouting victory |
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their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore |
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and I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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O Lord you know I have no friend like you |
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if Heaven's not my home then Lord what will I do? |
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the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door |
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and I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
