| Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling.
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| Then I know the sins of earth beset on every hand.
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| Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling.
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| None of these shall move me from Beulah Land.
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| I am living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky.
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| I am drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry.
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| I am feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
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| For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.
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| Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating.
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| Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand.
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| Safe am I within the castle of God’s Word retreating.
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| Nothing here can reach me—'tis Beulah Land.
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| I am living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky.
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| I am drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry.
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| O yes! |
| I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
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| For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.
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| Hallelujah!
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| Let the stormy breezes blow, their cry cannot alarm me;
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| I am safely sheltered here, protected by God’s hand. |
| Here the sun is always
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| shining, here there’s naught can harm me. |
| I am safe forever in Beulah Land.
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| I am living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky.
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| I am drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry.
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| O yes! |
| I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
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| For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.
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| Hallelujah! |
| Amen. |