Friday, April 20, 2018

IS NOT THIS THE LAND OF BEAULAH?


IS NOT THIS THE LAND OF BEAULAH? 


Is Not This The Land of Beulah? 
I am dwelling on the mountain, 
Where the golden sunlight gleams, 
O'er a land of wondrous beauty, 
Far exceeds my fondest dreams; 
Where the air is pure, ethereal, 
Laden with the the breath of flowers, 
They are blooming by the fountain, 
'Neath the amaranthine bowers. 
I can see far down the mountain, 
Where I wandered weary years, 
Often hindered in my journey 
By the ghosts of doubts and fears, 
Broken vows and disappointments 
Thickly sprinkled all the way; 
But the Spirit led unerring 
To the land I hold today. 
I am drinking at the fountain, 
Where I ever would abide, 
For I've tasted life's pure river, 
And my soul is satisfied; 
There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, 
Nor adorning rich and gay, 
For I've found a richer treasure, 
One that fadeth not away. 
Tell me not of heavy crosses, 
Nor of burdens hard to bear, 
For I've found this great salvation, 
Makes each burden light appear; 
And I love to follow Jesus, 
Gladly counting all but dross, 
Worldly honors all forsaking 
For the glory of the cross. 
Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! 
Oft I've proved this to be true, 
When I'm in the way so narrow, 
I can see a pathway through; 
And how sweetly Jesus whispers, 
"Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, 
For I've trod the way before thee, 
And the glory lingers near." 
Is not this the Land of Beaulah, 
Blessed, blessed land of light, 
Where the flowers bloom forever, 
And the sun is always bright?

By Anonymous  

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