FAR AWAY THE NOISE

Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling,

Then I know the sins of earth beset on every hand;

Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling,

None of these shall move me from Beulah

Land.

I‟m living on the mountain,

Underneath a cloudless sky,

I‟m drinking at the fountain that

Never shall run dry,

Oh, yes! I‟m feasting on the manna

From a bountiful supply,

For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.

Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating,

Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand;

Safe am I within the castle of God‟s Word retreating,

Nothing then can reach me, „This Beulah Land.

Let the stormy breezes blow, their cry cannot alarm me,

I am safely sheltered here protected by God‟s hand;

Here the sun is always shining, here there‟s naught can harm me,

I am safe for ever in Beulah Land.

Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation,

Hearing now His blessed voice, I see the way is planned;

Dwelling in the Spirit, here I learn of full salvation,

Gladly will I tarry in Beulah Land