Edgar Page Stites
(a.k.a. Edgar Page)
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. — Isaiah 62:4 KJV
I’ve reached the land of corn and wine,
And all its riches freely mine;
Here shines undimmed one blissful day,
For all my night has passed away.1
O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land,
As on thy highest mount I stand,
I look away across the sea,
Where mansions are prepared for me,
And view the shining glory shore,
My heav’n, my home forever more!
My Savior comes and walks with me,
And sweet communion here have we;
He gently leads me by His hand,
For this is Heaven’s border land.
A sweet perfume upon the breeze,
Is borne from ever-vernal trees,
And flow’rs that never fading grow
Where streams of life forever flow.
The zephyrs seem to float to me
Sweet sounds of Heaven’s melody,
As angels with the white robed throng
Join in the sweet redemption song.