Dwelling In Beulah Land

Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling;

Then I know the sins of earth beset on every hand;

Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling;

None of these shall move me from Beulah Land.

Refrain:

I’m living on the mountain

underneath a cloudless sky

I’m drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry;

Oh

yes! I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply

For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.

Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating

Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand;

Safe am I within the castle of God’s Word retreating;

Nothing then can reach me―’tis Beulah Land.

Let the stormy breezes blow

their cry cannot alarm me;

I am safely sheltered here

protected by God’s hand;

Here the sun is always shining

here there’s naught can harm me;

I am safe forever in Beulah Land.

Viewing here the works of God

I sink in contemplation;

Hearing now His blessed voice

I see the way He planned;

Dwelling in the Spirit

here I learn of full salvation;

Gladly I will tarry in Beulah Land.