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;
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.

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