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 Heaven, My Home For Evermore !

My Saviour Comes And Walks With Me,
And Sweet Communion Here Have We ;
He Gently Leads Me By His Hand,
For This Is Heaven’s Borderland.

A Sweet Perfume Upon The Breeze
Is Borne From Ever- Vernal Trees ;
And Flowers That, Never Fading, Grow
Where Streams Of Life For Ever Flow.

The Zephyrs Seem To Float To Me
Sweet Sounds Of Heaven’s Melody,
As Angels With The White-Robed Throng
Join In The Sweet Redemption Song.