Mrs. Phoebe Palmer

284 Beulah Land.  L.M.

Rest of Faith.

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.

Cho.—­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 heaven, my home forevermore.

2 The Savior comes and walks with me,
And sweet communion here have we;
He gently leads me with his hand,
For this is heaven’s border land.

3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze,
Is borne from ever vernal trees,
And flowers that never fading grow
Where streams of life forever flow.

4 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.

     Edgar Page Stites.

285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s.  D.

Beulah Land.

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

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

2 I can see far down the mountains,
  Where I wandered weary years,
Often hindered in my journey
  By the ghosts of doubts and fears;
Broken vows and disappointments,
  Thickly sprinkled all the way,
But the Spirit led unerring,
  To the land I hold to-day.

3 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.

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

5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! 
  Oft I’ve proved this to be true;
When I’m in the way so narrow
  I can see a pathway thro’;
And how sweetly Jesus whispers: 
  Take the cross, thou need’st not fear,
For I’ve tried this way before thee. 
  And the glory lingers near.

     Rev. Wm. Hunter.

286 Ortonville.  C.M.

Christ Incomparable. (590)

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
  Upon the Savior’s brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
  His lips with grace o’erflow.