Early in my ministry, I pastored 2 country Methodist churches in western New York that were unfamiliar with modern praise choruses. One day I was frustrated by the lack of life in our congregational singing. So I went for a long meditative walk in the country, asking for guidance. Suddenly, the words of "Dwelling in Beulah Land" were accurately played in my mind. This seemed miraculous because I think I had sung this song in church only once in my life. So I asked Jon, our music director to play the piano for this song the next Sunday. Never has a congregational song had a more electrifying impact than that my current favorites old hymn. I used to say that the old hymns with the loveliest poetic lyrics are "In the Garden" and "Dwelling in Beulah Land." Only decades later did I learn that both hymns have the same composer, C. Austin Miles. Jon, my pianist, led his own jazz band in Rochester, NY; so his playing was reminiscent of the video performance posted below:
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?...550ECFBCEAFFCB397E64550ECFBCEAFFCB3&FORM=VIRE
Unfortunately the video uses only the first 2 verses. So I am posting all the poetic verses below. "Beulah" is a Hebrew word for "marriage." Thus the hymn assumes the image of a second honeymoon with God on a mountain top from which we muse over our spiritual problems "down below" that we have transcended:
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?...550ECFBCEAFFCB397E64550ECFBCEAFFCB3&FORM=VIRE
Unfortunately the video uses only the first 2 verses. So I am posting all the poetic verses below. "Beulah" is a Hebrew word for "marriage." Thus the hymn assumes the image of a second honeymoon with God on a mountain top from which we muse over our spiritual problems "down below" that we have transcended:
- 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.- Refrain:
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.
- Refrain:
- 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—’tis 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 forever in Beulah Land. - Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation;
Hearing now His blessed voice, I see the way He planned;
Dwelling in the Spirit, here I learn of full salvation;
Gladly I will tarry in Beulah Land.
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