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.