I’m living on the mountains, underneath a cloudless sky

I’m drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry

Oh, yes! I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply

Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling

Then I know the sins of earth beset on ev’ry hand

Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling

None of these shall move me from 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 world retreating

Nothing then can reach me, ‘tis Beulah Land.

Let stormy breezes blow their cry cannot alarm me

I am safely sheltered here protected by God’s hand

Here the sun is always shinning here there’s naught that can harm me

Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation

Hearing now His blessed voice I see the way is planned

Dweling in the spirit, here I learn of full salvation

Hymnize

Hymn 855