They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know
My saviour 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.
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.