聖詩:這世界非我家 (This World is Not My Home)
作者:亞伯特布朗利 (Albert E. Brumley, 1905-1977)
作者:亞伯特布朗利 (Albert E. Brumley, 1905-1977)
1. 這世界非我家,我停留如客旅,
我積財寶在天,時刻仰望我主,
天門為我大開,天使招呼迎接,
故我不再貪愛,這世界為我家。
我積財寶在天,時刻仰望我主,
天門為我大開,天使招呼迎接,
故我不再貪愛,這世界為我家。
副歌:
主啊,你知我無良友像你,
天堂若非我家,我必流離無依,
天門為我大開,天使招呼迎接,
故我不再貪愛這世界為我家。
2. 天上萬眾聖徒,望我快來相見,
我將前往歡聚,主已赦我罪愆,
我雖軟弱貧苦,主大能手攙扶,
故我不再貪愛,這世界為我家。
我將前往歡聚,主已赦我罪愆,
我雖軟弱貧苦,主大能手攙扶,
故我不再貪愛,這世界為我家。
3. 我將永遠居住,天上榮美福地,
千萬得贖聖徒,一同歡呼勝利,
他們讚美歌聲,在天各方回應,
故我不再貪愛,這世界為我家。
千萬得贖聖徒,一同歡呼勝利,
他們讚美歌聲,在天各方回應,
故我不再貪愛,這世界為我家。
Hymn: This World is Not My Home
Author: Albert E. Brumley (1905-1977)
Author: Albert E. Brumley (1905-1977)
1. 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.
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.
Refrein:
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.
2. They‵re all expecting me, and that‵s one thing I know,
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go;
I know He‵ll take me thro‵ tho‵ I am weak and poor,
And I can‵t feel at home in this world anymore.
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go;
I know He‵ll take me thro‵ tho‵ I am weak and poor,
And I can‵t feel at home in this world anymore.
3. I have a loving Savior up in glory-land,
I don‵t expect to stop until I with Him stand,
He‵s waiting now for me in heaven‵s open door,
And I can‵t feel at home in this world anymore.
I don‵t expect to stop until I with Him stand,
He‵s waiting now for me in heaven‵s open door,
And I can‵t feel at home in this world anymore.
4. Just up in glory-land 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.
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.

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