I'm kind of homesick for a country
To which I've never been before;
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken,
And time won't matter anymore.
Beulah land, I'm longing for you,
And, some day, on thee I'll stand,
There my home shall be eternal.
Beulah land, sweet Beulah land.
I'm looking now across the river
Where my faith will end in sight;
There's just a few more days to labor,
And then I'll take my heavenly flight.
Beulah land, I'm longing for you,
And, some day, on thee I'll stand,
There my home shall be eternal.
Beulah land, sweet Beulah land.

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