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 I am dwelling on the mountain, where the golden sunlight gleams
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 O’er a land whose wondrous beauty far exceeds my fondest dreams;
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 Where the air is pure, ethereal, laden with the breath of flow’rs,
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 They are blooming by the fountain, ’Neath the amaranthine bow’rs

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


VERSE 2
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I can see far down the mountain, where I wandered weary years,
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 Often hindered in my journey by the ghosts of doubts and fears;
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 Broken vows and disappointments thickly sprinkled all the way,
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 But the Spirit led, unerring, to the land I hold today.
 

VERSE 3
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I am drinking from the fountain, Where I ever would abide;
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 For I’ve tasted life’s pure river, And my soul is satisfied;
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 There’s no thirsting for life’s pleasures, Nor adorning, rich and gay,
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 For I’ve found a richer treasure, One that fadeth not away.
 

VERSE 4
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Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor of burdens hard to bear,
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 For I’ve found this great salvation makes each burden light appear;
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 And I love to follow Jesus, gladly counting all but dross,
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 Worldly honors all forsaking for the glory of the cross.