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