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.