BEULAH LAND

I’ve reached the land of corn and wine, And all its riches freely mine;
Here
shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away.

CHORUS
O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah
Land,


As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea,
Where mansions are prepared for
me,
And view the shining glory-shore,
My Heaven, my home forevermore!

My Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we;
He gently leads me by His hand, For
this is Heaven’s borderland.

A sweet perfume upon the breeze Is borne from ever vernal trees, And
flow’rs, that never fading grow, Where
streams of life forever flow.

The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of Heaven’s melody, As
angels with the white-robed throng
Join in the sweet Redemption song.