| lyric | 1. 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 someday, on three I’ll stand; There my home shall be eternal, Beulah Land, seet Beulah Land.
2. 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 heav’nly flight. |