Beulah Land
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Author: Squire Parsons 1. I'm kind of home, - sick for a country To which I've never been before. No sad goodbyes will there be spoken, For time won't matter anymore. Chorus Beulah Land, I'm longing for you. And some day on thee I'll stand. Where my home shall be eternal Beulah Land, sweet Beulah land. 2. I'm looking now across that river Where my faith will end in sight; There's just a few more days to labor, Then I will take my heav'nly flight. |
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