Words and music: JR Baxter, Jr.
1946, Stamps-Baxter Music and Printing Co. in Sentimental Songs
Transcribed: Guitar Picker - www.gospelmusic.org.uk
This World is not My Home

     D	                       G              D
This world is not my home, Iím just a passing through;
                         E7                   A
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
    D             D7      G7            D
The angels beckon me from heavenís open door,
                    B7   G       D     A7   D
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.


Chorus:

    D               G                   D
Oh, Lord you know I have no friend like You,
                              E               A
If heavenís not my home, then Lord what will I do?
     D            D7      G7            D
The angels beckon me from heavenís open door,
                    B7   G       D     A7  D
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.


There all expecting me, and thatís one thing I know.
My Saviourís pardoned me, and now I onward go.
I know Heíll take me through, thought I am weak and poor,
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.


I have a loving mother up in glory land,
And I donít expect to stop until I shake her hand.
Sheís waiting now for me in heavenís open door,
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.


Just up in glory land weíll live eternally;
The saints on every hand are shouting victory.
Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heavenís shore,
And I canít feel at home in this world anymore.

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Alternative lyrics

Can't Feel At Home
 
This world is not my home I'm just a passing through
My treasures and my hopes are all beyond the blue
Where many friends and kindred have gone on before
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore
 
Over in glory land there is no dying there
The saints are shouting victory there's singing everywhere
I hear the voice of them that I have heard before
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore
 
Chorus:
Oh lord you know I have no friend like you
If heaven's not my home oh lord what would I do
Angel's beckon me to heaven's open door
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore
 
Heaven's expecting me that's one I know
I fixed it up with Jesus a long time ago
He will take me through though I am weak and poor
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore
 
Oh I have a loving mother over in glory land
I dont expect to stop until I shake her hand
She's gone on before just waiting at heaven's door
And I cant feel at home in this world anymore

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