Letters From My Father 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 forward unto me. I'm as happy as I can be In this land, in this land. I'm as happy as I can be In this land. Father told me in his letters That are grand, that are grand, I could make myself much better In this land, in this land. Then I cried, "What shall I do?" For I had not read them through And they made me all a-new In this land, in this land. And they made me all a-new In this land. I am sanctified and happy In my heart, in my heart. For the blood of Jesus cleanses Every part, every part. I have lost my carnal mind, Doubts and tears I've left behind. And a comforter I find In my heart, in my heart. And a comforter I find In my heart. I am now a new creation In this land, in this land. They don't know my situation. It is grand, it is grand, All this world is dark as night But my father's face is bright And I'm walking in the light Through this land, through this land. And I'm walking in the light Through this land. I am not afraid of dying In this land, in this land. But I often feel like flying, Oh how grand, oh how grand. I will sing and shout and pray And My Master's voice obey. And my soul can hardly stay In this land, In this land. And my soul can hardly stay In this land. Death is called a dreadful monster In this land, in this land When he calls I will not answer, Oh how grand, oh how grand. I may leave most any day All they'll find is empty clay And I wonder what they'll say In this land, in this land And I wonder what they'll say In this land. recorded by Sarah Ogan Gunning SOF
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