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Father's letters

I have letters from my Father in my hand

Tune: [I have letters from my Father]
Published in 2 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

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1 I have letters from my Father,
In my hand, in my hand,
Written by my Elder Brother;
They are grand, they are grand.
They were written o’er the sea,
And were forwarded to me;
I’m as happy as can be,
In this land.

In this land,
In this land,
I’m as happy as can be,
In this land.

2 Father told me in His letters,
That are grand, that are grand,
I could make myself no better
In this land, in this land;
Then I cried: “What shall I do?”
(For I had not read them thro’)
And He made me all anew—
In this land.

In this land,
In this land,
And He made ma all anew,
In this land.

3 I am now a new creation,
In this land, in this land;
I am free from condemnation,
It is grand, it is grand.
I can sing and shout and pray,
And I’m happy night and day,
And my soul can hardly stay
In this land.

In this land,
In this land,
And my soul can hardly stay
In this land

4 I’m a stranger to the nations
Of this land, of this land;
They don’t know my situation,
But it’s grand, it is grand.
Father’s riches I behold,
And I’ve wealth that can’t be told,
And my kindred ne’er get old,
In this land.

In this land,
In this land,
And my kindred ne’er get old,
In this land.

5 I am sanctified and happy,
In my heart, in my heart,
For the blood of Jesus cleanses
Ev’ry part, ev’ry part;
I have lost my “carnal mind,”
Doubts and fears are left behind,
And the Comforter I find,
In my heart.

In my heart,
In my heart,
And the Comforter I find
In my heart.

6 I am not afraid of dying,
In this land, in this land;
But I often fee like flying,
O how grand, O how grand!
All the world is dark as night,
But my Father’s face is bright,
And I’m walking in the light,
Thro’ this land.

Thro’ this land,
Thor’ this land,
And I’m walking in the light,
Thro’ this land.

7 Death is called a cruel monster,
In this land, in this land;
When he calls I will not answer,
O how grand, O how grand!
I may leave most any day,
But they’ll find no empty clay,
And I wonder what they’ll say,
In this land.

In this land,
In this land,
And I wonder what they’ll say,
In this land.

Source: Burning Bush Songs No. 1 #36

Text Information

First Line: I have letters from my Father in my hand
Title: Father's letters
Refrain First Line: In this land, in this land

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