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Is Not This the Land of Beulah
Words by Harriet W. R. Qua; Arranged and sung by Christiana and Abigail
Miller
Public domain.

I am dwelling on the
mountain,
Where the golden sunlight gleams
O’er a land whose wondrous beauty
Far exceeds my fondest dreams,
Where the air is pure, ethereal,
Laden with the breath of flowers,
They are blooming by the fountain,
’Neath the amaranthine bow’rs.
I can see far down the
mountain,
Where I wandered weary years,
Often hindered in my journey,
By the ghosts of doubt 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.
Chorus:
Is not this the Land of
Beulah?
Blessed, blessed land of
light;
Where the flowers bloom
forever,
And the sun is always
bright.
Tell me not of heavy crosses,
Nor the burdens hard to bear,
For I’ve found this great salvation
Makes this 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 tried the way before thee,
And the glory lingers near."
Chorus
Where the Flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is always bright.
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