Beulah Land

I’ve reached the land of corn and wine

And all its rich­es free­ly mine;

Here shines un­dimmed one bliss­ful day

For all my night has passed away.

O Beu­lah Land

sweet Beu­lah Land

As on thy high­est mount I stand

I look away across the sea

Where man­sions are pre­pared for me

And view the shin­ing glo­ry shore

My Heav’n

my home for­ev­er more!

My Sav­ior comes and walks with me

And sweet com­mun­ion here have we;

He gent­ly leads me by His hand

For this is Heav­en’s bor­der land.

A sweet per­fume up­on the breeze

Is borne from ev­er ver­nal trees

And flow’rs

that nev­er fad­ing grow

Where streams of life for­ev­er flow.

The ze­phyrs seem to float to me

Sweet sounds to Heav­en’s me­lo­dy

As an­gels with the white robed throng

Join in the sweet re­demp­tion song.