This World Is Not My Home lyrics
Song information
Artist: Carl Smith Album: Sunday Down South
Lyrics
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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"Sunday Down South" album track list
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