Far Away the Noise of Strife
Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling, Then I know the sins of earth be set on ev'ry hand: Doubts 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 'Tis Beulha 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.