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

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, nothing there can harm me
I am safe forever 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

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