Written By C. Austin Miles
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,
I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply
For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.
Far below a storm of doubt upon my ear is beating,
Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand;
Safe am I within the castle of God’s word retreating
Nothing here 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 shinning, here there’s naught can harm me
I am safe forever in Beulah Land.