J. R. Baxter, Jr.
THIS world is not my home,
I’m just a-passing through.
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me
From Heaven’s open door.
And I can’t feel at home
In this world any more.
Oh, Lord, You know
I have no friend like You.
If Heaven’s not my home
Then, Lord, what would I do?
The angels beckon me
From Heaven’s open door.
And I can’t feel at home
In this world any more.
2
The written Word of God
For me is final say,
And in it I have read
Of that bright coming day.
When with the holy ones
My Savior for me comes.
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.
3
They’re all expecting me,
And that’s one thing I know;
My Savior washed my sins away,
And now I onward go;
I know He’ll take me through
Though I am weak and poor,
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.