No. 48 Is Not The the Land of Beulah?

Verse 1:
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 flow’rs,
They are blooming by the fountain,
‘Neath the amaranthine bow’rs.

Refrain:
Is not this the land of Beulah;
Blessed, blessed land of light,
Where the flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is always bright.

Verse 2:
I can see far down the mountain,
Where I wandered weary years,
Often hindered in my journey
By the ghosts of doubts and fears;
Broken vows and disappointments,
Thickly sprinkled all the way,
But the Spirit led, unerring,
To the land I hold today.

Verse 3:
I am drinking at the fountain,
Where I ever would abide;
For I’ve tasted life’s sweet 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.

Anon./Arranged

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