Introduction
Embark on a soul-stirring journey with Jim Reeves and his timeless hymn, “This World Is Not My Home.” Revered as the voice of the gentleman of country music, Reeves’ rendition of this spiritual classic resonates with a profound sense of yearning for a heavenly abode. Join us as we explore the spiritual depth and emotive resonance embedded in “This World Is Not My Home.”
Did You Know?
Jim Reeves, known for his velvety voice and heartfelt performances, recorded “This World Is Not My Home” during his prolific career. The song’s roots trace back to traditional Southern gospel hymns, and Reeves’ interpretation brought a timeless quality to its message. Released in various collections over the years, the hymn became a staple in Reeves’ repertoire, showcasing his ability to infuse spiritual themes with a touch of country warmth.
Born on August 20, 1923, in Galloway, Texas, Jim Reeves left an indelible mark on the country music scene. His enduring legacy is characterized by his smooth vocal style, which seamlessly blended elements of country, gospel, and popular music. “This World Is Not My Home” stands as a testament to Reeves’ ability to convey profound spiritual sentiments through his music.
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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 anymore…