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!

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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!

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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.

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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.

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