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I
have letters from
my Father
Written
by my elder brothers
They
are grand, they are grand.
They
were written overseas
They
are full of love to me
In
this land, in this land I'm
as glad as I can be, in
this land.
Father
told me in these letters
They
are grand, they are grand
That
I
could make myself no better
In
this land, in this land.
Then
I cried, what shall I do
For
I have not read them through
Will
they make me over new
In
this land, in this land.
Then
I read the wonderous story
How
the Lord came down from
glory
To
this land, to this land.
Shed
His blood for you and me
And
His blood now makes me free
It
is grand, it is grand.
I'm
a stranger to this nation
In
this land, in this land
They
don't know my situation
It
is grand, it is grand.
Father's
house is full of gold
I
have wealth that can't be
told
Where
my friends never will
grow old
In
that land, in that land.
Death
is called a dreadful
monster
In this
land, in this land
When He
calls, I shall not answer
In this
land, in this land.
I
shall leave at
the break of day
Death shall
find the empty clay
And you
won't know what
they'll say
It
is grand, it is grand.
In
this land, in this land
I
can shout while friends
are crying
It
is grand, it is grand.
I
can shout and
sing and pray
And
my soul can hardly stay
It
is grand, it is grand.
Sung
By:
Brother
Joey Justice
All
Rights Reserved
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