I
I am dwelling on the mountain where the golden sunlight beams.
O’re a land of wondrous beauty for exceeds my fondest dreams.
Where the air is pure etheral laden with the breath of flowers.
They are blooming by the fountain ‘neath the amarantham bowers.
I can see far down the mountain where I’ve wondered weary years.
Often hindered on 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.
II
I am drinking from the fountain where I ever would abide.
for I’ve tasted life’s pure river and my soul is satisfied.
Now there’s no thirsting for life’s pleasures nor adorning rich and gay.
For I’ve found a greater treasure one that fadeth not away.
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 thy cross thou need not fear.
For I’ve trod the way before thee and the glory lingers near
Chorus
Is not this the land of beulah
Blessed blessed land of light.
Where the flowers bloom forever
And the sun is always bright.