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.
CHORUS: