About the song
Let’s delve into the realm of country and gospel music with Jim Reeves’ timeless classic “This World is Not My Home.” Released in 1965 as part of his album “God Be With You,” this song reflects on the transient nature of life and the longing for a higher spiritual plane.
Written by Albert E. Brumley, “This World is Not My Home” is a poignant hymn that resonates with listeners of all ages, offering solace and comfort in times of uncertainty. Jim Reeves’ smooth, velvety voice brings the song to life, imbuing it with a sense of peace and reassurance.
While “This World is Not My Home” didn’t achieve significant chart success upon its release, it nonetheless remains a cherished favorite among fans of gospel music and Jim Reeves alike. The song is a testament to Reeves’ enduring legacy as one of the most beloved voices in country music history.
Decades later, “This World is Not My Home” continues to inspire and uplift listeners, reminding us of the transient nature of life and the eternal hope that awaits us beyond this earthly realm. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Jim Reeves or discovering his music for the first time, “This World is Not My Home” is sure to touch your heart and stir your soul with its timeless message of faith and redemption.
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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