Can also sing "Beulah Land" as "Christ our Land".
1 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,
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.
2 Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating,
Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand;
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.
3 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'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.
4 Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation,
Hearing now His blessed voice, I see the way is planned;
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.