About the song
“This World Is Not My Home” is a timeless gospel song performed by the legendary Jim Reeves. The lyrics of this song were inspired by the biblical passage found in the book of Hebrews, chapter 13, verse 14, which speaks of the Christian’s perspective on life as a temporary journey leading to an eternal home.
Originally composed by Albert E. Brumley, a prolific gospel songwriter known for his contributions to the genre, “This World Is Not My Home” has become a cherished hymn in Christian circles. Jim Reeves included his rendition of the song on his album “We Thank Thee,” released in 1962.
While Jim Reeves is best known for his contributions to the country music genre, his interpretation of gospel songs like “This World Is Not My Home” showcased his versatility and depth as an artist. Although the song did not achieve significant chart success due to its genre, it resonated deeply with audiences, particularly those with a strong religious faith.
Reeves’s heartfelt delivery and soothing vocals imbued “This World Is Not My Home” with a sense of peace and reassurance, making it a comforting anthem for believers. Despite the passage of time, the song’s timeless message of hope and longing for a heavenly home continues to inspire listeners of all ages.
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Lyrics
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 anymore
Oh 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
I have a loving mother
Just up in Gloryland
And 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
Oh 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
Just over in Gloryland
We’ll live eternally
The saints on every hand
Are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise
Drift back from heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Oh 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 any more