Vímeť pak, že milujícím Boha všecky věci napomáhají k dobrému, totiž těm, kteříž podle uložení jeho povoláni jsou.
This world is not my home
I'm just a passin' 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
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 Savior pardoned me and now I onward go
He daily helps me run
Toward that prize I'm striving for
And I can't feel at home in this world anymore