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Introduction

“This World Is Not My Home” is a poignant hymn that resonates deeply with those yearning for a sense of belonging beyond the material world. The song portrays life on Earth as a temporary journey, with true treasures awaiting in the afterlife. The opening line, “This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through,” sets the tone for the lyrics, expressing a longing for a better place and a desire to reunite with loved ones who have passed away.

Jim Reeves, affectionately known as “Gentleman Jim,” brought this hymn to a wider audience with his smooth, soothing voice. His rendition captures the essence of the song’s message, offering comfort and hope to listeners. The hymn itself has a rich history, with its roots tracing back to the early 20th century. It was first recorded and released by Stove Pipe No. 1 (Sam Jones) in 1924.

The lyrics reflect a profound sense of detachment from worldly possessions and emphasize the transient nature of earthly life. The recurring mention of treasures “beyond the blue” and angels beckoning from “heaven’s open door” symbolizes a belief in an afterlife where true and lasting treasures await.

Reeves’ interpretation of “This World Is Not My Home” continues to inspire and comfort listeners, reminding them of the hope and assurance found in faith and the promise of a heavenly home.

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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

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