SWEET BEULAH LAND

by: Squire Parsons

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1.      Iím kind of home------sick for a country  
To which Iíve never been before.  
No sad goodbyes will there be spoken,  
For time wonít matter anymore.  

CHORUS:  

Beulah Land, Iím longing for you.
And some day on thee Iíll stand.  
Where my home shall be eternal
Beulah Land, sweet Beulah land.  
 

2.      Iím looking now across that river  
Where my faith will end in sight;  
Thereís just a few more days to labor,
Then I will take my heavínly flight.  

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