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BEULAH LAND [G]
I'm kin-da homesick for a country,
To which I've never been before,
No sacri-fice will barely be spoken,
And time won't mat-ter anymore.
Chorus:
Beulah land, I'm longing for you,
And someday on thee I'll stand,
There my home, shall be e-ter-nal,
Beulah land, sweet Beulah land.
I'm looking now, to cross that river,
To where my fa-ith shall end in sight,
They're just a few, more days to labour,
Then I shall take. My heavenly throne
Chorus:
Beulah land, I'm longing for you,
And someday on thee I'll stand,
There my home, shall be e-ter-nal,
Beulah land, sweet Beulah land.
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