Is Not This The Land of Beulah

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
I can see far down the mountain
Where I wandered weary years
Often hindered in my journey
By the ghosts of doubt and fars;
Broken vows and disappointments
Thickly sprinkled all th 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
Is not this the Land of Beulah?
Blessed, blessed land of light;
Where the flowers bloom forever
And the sun is always bright
Tell me not of heavy crosses
Nor the burdens hard to bear
For I’ve found this great salvation
Makes this burden light appear;
And I love to follow Jesus
Gladly counting all but dross
Worldly honors all forsaking
For the glory of the cross
Oh, the cross has wondrous glory!
Oft I’ve proved this to be true;
When I’m in the way so narrow
I can see a pathway through;
And how sweetly Jesus whispers:
«Take the cross, thou need’st not fear
For I’ve tried the way before thee
And the glory lingers near.»
Is not this the Land of Beulah?
Blessed, blessed land of light;
Where the flowers bloom forever
And the sun is always bright
Where the Flowers bloom forever
And the sun is always bright