Hymn/Song Information

DWELLING IN BEULAH LAND

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.

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.

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.

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.

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’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.