1. This world is not my home, I'm just passing by,
My treasures and my hopes are all laid up on high
Where many friends and kindreds are gone on before,
I can't feel at home any more.

Chorus:
O Lord, you know that I have no friend like you!
If heaven's not my home, Lord what shall I do?
Loved ones beckon me from heaven's welcome door
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.

2. Over in Beulah land there is no dying there,
The saints are shouting victory, singing every where,
I hear voices of them whom I have known before,
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.

3. Heaven's expecting me, and that's one thing I know;
I fixed it up with Jesus a long time ago;
I know He'll take me in, tho' I am weak and poor,
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.

4. I won't have long to wait, for my work's almost done,
I am happy because my race is nearly run,
I've long had eyes upon Heaven's opened door.
And I can't feel at home in this world any more.

5. O should you get there first, I'll be on just the same,
You shall hear me when I cry, Holy name!
I'll fly away with you, when my Jesus I adore,
For I don't feel at home in this world any more.