FAR AWAY THE NOISE

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,

oh, 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, „This 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 for ever in Beulah Land.




Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation,

hearing now His blessed voice, I see the way is planned;

dwelling in the Spirit, here I learn of full salvation,

gladly will I tarry in Beulah Land