This World Is Not My Home This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through, My treasures are laid up Somewhere beyond the blue; © Albert E. Brumley

This World Is Not My HomeThis World Is Not My Home

This world is not my home,This world is not my home,

I’m just a passing through,I’m just a passing through,

My treasures are laid upMy treasures are laid up

Somewhere beyond the blue;Somewhere beyond the blue;

© Albert E. Brumley© Albert E. Brumley

The angels beckon meThe angels beckon me

From heaven’s open doorFrom heaven’s open door

And I can’t feel at homeAnd I can’t feel at home

In this world anymore.In this world anymore.

O Lord, You knowO Lord, You know

I have no friend like You,I have no friend like You,

If heaven’s not my homeIf heaven’s not my home

Then Lord what will I do?Then Lord what will I do?





They’re all expecting me,They’re all expecting me,

And that’s one thing I know,And that’s one thing I know,

My Savior pardoned meMy Savior pardoned me

And now I onward go;And now I onward go;

I know He’ll take me throughI know He’ll take me through

Though I am weak and poorThough I am weak and poor











I have a loving motherI have a loving mother

Up in glory-land,Up in glory-land,

I don’t expect to stopI don’t expect to stop

Until I shake her hand;Until I shake her hand;

She’s waiting now for meShe’s waiting now for me

In heaven’s open doorIn heaven’s open door











Just up in glory-landJust up in glory-land

We’ll live eternally,We’ll live eternally,

The saints on every handThe saints on every hand

Are shouting victory,Are shouting victory,

Their song of sweetest praiseTheir song of sweetest praise

Drifts back from heaven’s shoreDrifts back from heaven’s shore











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This World Is Not My Home This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through, My treasures are laid up Somewhere beyond the blue; © Albert E. Brumley