This World is Not My Home
Verse 1
This world is not my home
I’m just 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 anymore
Refrain
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
Verse 2
They’re all expecting me and that’s one thing I know
my savior pardoned me 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
Verse 3
Just up in Glory Land we’ll live eternally
the Saints on every hand are shouting victory
their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven’s shore
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Though the fig tree does not blossom
Though the fig tree does not blossom
And there be no fruit on the vine
The produce of the olive fail
And the fields yield no food
Though the flock be cut off from the fold
And there be no herd in the stalls
Yet will I rejoice in the Lord
Yet will I rejoice in the Lord
I will joy in the God of my salvation
God the Lord is my strength
Throne of Praise
Chorus:
Jesus, we lift you on our praises
So every eye can see your face your power and grace
Behold you as you really are
Brighter than all the stars of heaven
Our worship is for you alone
We build you this throne of praise
Verse 1
As long as I have breath
I’ll find a way to say that I love you
Every thing may change and world may pass away
I’ll still Love you
With every song we sing
Every prayer we pray
We’ll build you a throne
Made from the sound of praise
Verse 2
You O Lord deserve the praise of all the earth
And we worship You
A Sacrifice you died now great and glorified
And we worship You
With every song we sing
Every prayer we pray
We’ll build you a throne
Made from the sound of praise