I'm kind of homesick, for a country,
To which I've never been before;
No sad good-byes will there be spoken,
For time won't matter anymore.
Beulah Land, I'm longing for you,
And, someday, on Thee I'll stand;
There my home shall be eternal,
Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land.
I'm looking now, just across the river,
To where my faith, shall end in sight,
There's just a few more days to labor,
Then I will take my Heav'nly flight.
Beulah Land, I'm longing for you,
And, someday, on Thee I'll stand;
There my home shall be eternal,
Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land.
