C. Austin Miles
Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken;
neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate:
but thou shalt be called Hephzibah, and thy land Beulah:
for the LORD delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married.
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.
O yes! I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.
Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating.
Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand.
Safe am I within the castle of God’s Word retreating.
Nothing then 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 shining, here there’s naught can harm me.
I am safe forever in Beulah Land.
Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation.
Hearing now His blessèd voice, I see the way is planned.
Dwelling in the Spirit here I learn of full salvation.
Gladly will I tarry in Beulah Land!