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.
I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams O’er a land whose wondrous beauty Far exceeds my fondest dreams, Where the air is pure, ethereal, Laden with the breath of flowers, They are blooming by the fountain, ’Neath the amaranthine bow’rs.
Is not this the Land of Beulah? Blessèd, blessèd land of light; Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright.
I can see far down the mountain, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey, By the ghosts of doubt and fears; Broken vows and disappointments, Thickly sprinkled all the way, But the Spirit led, unerring, To the land I hold today.
I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide, For I’ve tasted life’s pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There’s no thirsting for life’s pleasures, Nor adorning rich and gay, For I’ve found a richer treasure, One that fadeth not away.
Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor the burdens hard to bear, For I’ve found this great salvation Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking, For the glory of the cross.
Jesus is coming to earth again; what if it were today? Coming in power and love to reign; what if it were today? Coming to claim His chosen Bride, all the redeemed and purified, Over this whole earth scattered wide; what if it were today?
Glory, glory! Joy to my heart ’twill bring. Glory, glory! When we shall crown Him King. Glory, glory! Haste to prepare the way; Glory, glory! Jesus will come some day.
Satan’s dominion will then be o’er, O that it were today! Sorrow and sighing shall be no more, O that it were today! Then shall the dead in Christ arise, caught up to meet Him in the skies, When shall these glories meet our eyes? What if it were today?
Faithful and true would He find us here if He should come today? Watching in gladness and not in fear, if He should come today? Signs of His coming multiply; morning light breaks in eastern sky. Watch, for the time is drawing nigh; what if it were today?
Round the Sacred City gather Egypt, Edom, Babylon; All the warring hosts of error, Sworn against her, move as one: Vain the leaguer! her foundations Are upon the holy hills, And the love of the Eternal All her stately temple fills.
Get thee, watchman, to the rampart! Gird thee, warrior, with thy sword! Be ye strong as ye remember That amidst you is the Lord: Like the night mists from the valley, These shall vanish one by one, Egypt’s malice, Edom’s envy, And the hate of Babylon.
But be true, ye sons and daughters, Lest the peril be within: Watch to prayer, lest, while ye slumber, Stealthy foemen enter in: Safe the mother and the children, In their will and love be strong, While their loyal hearts go singing Prayer and praise for battle song.
Church of God! if we forget thee Let His blessings fail our hand, When our love shall not prefer thee Let His love forget our land— Nay! to thee shall we be steadfast, Though the world’s foundations shake, Love of thee is love for ever, Love of thee for Jesus’ sake.
Church of Christ! upon thy banner, Lo, His passion’s awful sign; By that seal of His redemption Thou art His, and He is thine: From the depth of His atonement Flows thy sacramental tide: From the height of His ascension Flows the grace which is thy guide.
God the Spirit dwells within thee, His society divine, His the living Word thou keepest, His thy apostolic line. Ancient prayer and song liturgic, Creeds that change not to the end, As His gift we have received them, As His charge we will defend.
Alleluia, alleluia, To the Father, Spirit, Son, In Whose will the Church at warfare With the Church at rest is one; So to Thee we sing in union, God in earth and Heav’n adored, Alleluia, alleluia, Holy, holy, holy Lord.