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.

I’m liv­ing on the mount­ain

Underneath a cloud­less sky.

I’m drink­ing at the fount­ain

That nev­er shall run dry.

O 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 bless­èd voice

I see the way He planned.

Dwelling in the Spir­it here

I learn of full sal­va­tion.

Gladly I will tar­ry in Beu­lah Land.