I’ve Pitched My Tent in Beulah

I long ago left Egypt

For the pro­mised land

I trust­ed in my Sav­ior

And to His guid­ing hand;

He led me out to vic­t’ry

Through the great Red Sea

I sang a song of tri­umph

And shout­ed

I am free!

You need not look for me

Down in Egypt’s sand

For I have pitched my tent

Far up in Beu­lah land;

You need not look for me

Down in Egypt’s sand

For I have pitched my tent

Far up in Beu­lah land.

I fol­lowed close be­side Him

And the land soon found

I did not halt or trem­ble

For Ca­naan I was bound;

My guide I ful­ly trust­ed

And He led me in

I shout­ed

Hal­le­lu­jah!

My heart is free from sin!

I started for the high­lands

Where the fruits abound

I pitched my tent near Heb­ron

There grapes of Es­chol found

With milk and ho­ney flow­ing

And new wine so free;

I have no love for Egypt

It has no charms for me.

My heart is so en­rap­tured

As I press along

Each day I find new bless­ings

Which fill my heart with song;

I’m ev­er march­ing on­ward

To that land on high

Some day I’ll reach my man­sion

That’s build­ed in the sky.