My Soul Cries Out Oh Lord How Long,
Till My Toiling End And He Calls Me Home.
Since I Got A Glimpse Of My Home In The Sky,
Nothing In This World Keeps Me Satisfied.

Is That The Lights Of Home I See,
Do I Feel A Breeze From The Crystal Sea.
Is That The Lord Standing High, On Heavens Balcony,
If Thats The Lights Of My Home,
Then Its A Welcome Sight To Me.

Seems I Can Hear The Angels Sing,
With Harps Of Gold And A Thousand Strings.
Earth Holds No Charms When I Hear Their Songs,
Sweet Beulah Land, My Home Sweet Home.