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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

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