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.