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.

Refrain
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 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 forever in Beulah Land.

Viewing here the works of God,
I sink in contemplation;
Hearing now His blessed voice,
I see the way He planned:
Dwelling in the Spirit here
I learn of full salvation;
Gladly will I tarry in Beulah Land.