My Promised Land - Patriotic Choral for Mixed SATB Chorus
This Patriotic Anthem was written for a 4th of July Commemoration and my father's 80th birthday. It talks about America being a land of promise for those who serve the Lord. "In dark times fraught with struggle, His hand is stretched out still; Tho' men be slow to hearken, contrary to His will. If we would seek His promise to prosper in this land, We must defend America by living God's commands." This message is particularly relevant for us in these times!
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My Promised Land Words and Music by Betsy Lee Bailey
I've seen the snow-capped mountains and fields of golden grain.
I've walked cathedral forests and cities drenched with rain.
I've heard the rushing rivers and waves upon the shores.
I love this land, America, the land I call my home.
I've tasted of its bounties, rich blessings from above.
I've listened to its music, of heartache, joy and love.
I've felt the warmth of friendship from neighbors good and true.
I love this land, America, a home for me and you.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand.
This is my home, my promised land.
Kept in reserve for a righteous plan.
Fought for and won by courageous men.
Equality and freedom for great and small,
A land of liberty and justice for all.
I now enjoy the blessing of a choice and favored land.
A nation forged with purpose, preserved by God's own hand.
A place of rights and freedoms, of peace and equity,
I love this land, America, the ensign of the free.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand.
This is my home, my promised land.
Through dark times fraught with struggle, His hand is outstretched still.
Though men be slow to harken, contrary to His will,
If we would seek His promise to prosper in this land,
We must defend America by living God's commands.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand.
This is my home, my promised land.
My promised land.
I've seen the snow-capped mountains and fields of golden grain.
I've walked cathedral forests and cities drenched with rain.
I've heard the rushing rivers and waves upon the shores.
I love this land, America, the land I call my home.
I've tasted of its bounties, rich blessings from above.
I've listened to its music, of heartache, joy and love.
I've felt the warmth of friendship from neighbors good and true.
I love this land, America, a home for me and you.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand.
This is my home, my promised land.
Kept in reserve for a righteous plan.
Fought for and won by courageous men.
Equality and freedom for great and small,
A land of liberty and justice for all.
I now enjoy the blessing of a choice and favored land.
A nation forged with purpose, preserved by God's own hand.
A place of rights and freedoms, of peace and equity,
I love this land, America, the ensign of the free.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand.
This is my home, my promised land.
Through dark times fraught with struggle, His hand is outstretched still.
Though men be slow to harken, contrary to His will,
If we would seek His promise to prosper in this land,
We must defend America by living God's commands.
This is the land I call my own.
Its wealth and goodness I have known.
Blessed by the grace of God's own hand.
This is my home, my promised land.
My promised land.
