Chorus
O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,
If heaven’s not my home then Lord what will I do;
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
They’re all expecting me, and that’s one thing I know,
My Saviour pardoned me and now I onward go;
I know He’ll take me thru tho I am weak and poor
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
I have a loving mother up in glory land,
I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand
She’s waiting now for me in heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Just up in glory land we’ll live eternally,
The saints on every hand are shouting victory;
Their song of sweetest praise drift back from heaven’s shore,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,
If heaven’s not my home then Lord what will I do;
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Arr. Albert E. Brumley