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This world is not my home I'm just a 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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Oh 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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I have a loving mother just over in Glory land |
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And I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand |
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She's waiting now for me in heaven's open door |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
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Just over in Glory land we'll live eternally |
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The saints on every hand are shouting victory |
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Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore |
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And I can't feel at home in this world anymore |
