In this world we have our trials sometimes lonesome, sometimes blue but the hope of life eternal Makes all old hopes brand new And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world I've got a home so much better and I'm gonna go there sooner or later And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world Lord, I'm growing old and weary
and there's no place that feels like home Saviour come, my soul to ferry to where I never more will roam And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world I've got a home so much better and I'm gonna go there sooner or later And I don't want to get adjusted to this world, to this world