I Am Dwelling On The Mountain

I am dwelling on the mountain,
Where the golden sunlight gleams.
O’er a land whose wondrous beauty
Far exceed my fondest dreams.

Where the air is pure ether’al
Laden with the breath of flow’rs.
They are blooming by the fountain,
Near the amaranthine bow’rs.

Is not this the Land of Beulah?
Blessed, blessed land of light;
Where the flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is always bright.

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.

Is not this the Land of Beulah?
Blessed, blessed land of light;
Where the flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is always bright.

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.

Is not this the Land of Beulah?
Blessed, blessed land of light;
Where the flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is always bright.