1.I am dwelling on the mountain,Where the golden sunlight gleamsO'er a land whose wondrous beautyFar exceeds my fondest dreams,Where the air is pure ethereal,Laden with the breath of flow'rs.They are blooming by th' fountain,Neath the amarinthin' bow'rs.2.I can see far down the pathway,Where I wandered weary years,Often hindered in my journeyBy the ghosts of doubts and fears;Broken vows and disappointmentsThickly lie along the way;But the Spirit gently led meTo 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 thirst for worldly pleasures,Nor adorning rich and gay.For I've found a greater treasure,One that fadeth not away.4.Is not this the land of Beulah,Blessed land of love and light,Where the flowers blooom forever,And the sun is always bright?Yes, I've reached the land of Beulah,Blessed land of love and light.Here the flowers bloom forever.And the sun is always bright.