| Sweet Beulah Land |
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| I’m kind of homesick for a country |
| To which I’ve never been before |
| No sad goodbyes will there be spoken |
| For 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 |
| Then I will take my heavenly flight |
