I’ve Pitched My Tent in Beulah Margaret J. Harris, 1908 copyright status is Public Domain Subjects: Sanctification, Experience Scripture: Isaiah 62:4; John 8:32 I've Pitched My Tent in Beulah [.xml] Margaret J. Harris, 1908 copyright status is Public Domain Key: D♭ Meter: 12.13.12.13.11.12.11.12 Learn about music formats... view sheet music [.pdf] [.sib] play midi [.mid]	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! Refrain: 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 Eshcol 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, Someday I’ll reach my mansion that’s builded in the sky.

I’ve Pitched My Tent in Beulah

I've Pitched My Tent in Beulah [.xml]

Key: D♭

Meter: 12.13.12.13.11.12.11.12

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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!
- Refrain:
  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 Eshcol 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,
Someday I’ll reach my mansion that’s builded in the sky.