Fellowship Hall

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 thro' 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."

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 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,

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.   

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.

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.