Is Not This the Land of Beulah?

Verse 1
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 flow­ers,
They are bloom­ing by the fount­ain,
’Neath the ama­ran­thine bowers.

Chorus
Is not this the Land of Beu­lah? (Isa. 62:4)
Blessèd, bless­èd land of light;
Where the flow­ers bloom for­ev­er,
And the sun is al­ways bright. (Isa. 60:19-20)

Verse 2
I can see far down the mount­ain,
Where I wan­dered wea­ry years,
Often hin­dered in my jour­ney,
By the ghosts of doubt and fears;
Broken vows and dis­ap­point­ments,
Thickly sprin­kled all the way,
But the Spir­it led, un­err­ing, (Rom. 8:14, Gal. 5:18)
To the land I hold to­day.

Verse 3
I am drink­ing at the fount­ain, (Ps. 36:8-9, John 4:14)
Where I ev­er would ab­ide,
For I’ve tast­ed life’s pure riv­er, (Rev. 22:1)
And my soul is sa­tis­fied; (Ps. 36:8-9, Ps. 107:9)
There’s no thirst­ing for life’s plea­sures,
Nor adorn­ing rich and gay,
For I’ve found a rich­er trea­sure, (Matt. 6:19-21, Luke 12:33-34)
One that fad­eth not away. (I Pet. 1:4, I Pet. 5:4)

Verse 4
Tell me not of hea­vy cross­es, (Matt. 10:38, Matt. 16:34, Mark 8:34, Mark 10:21, Luke 9:23, Luke 14:27)
Nor the burd­ens hard to bear,
For I’ve found this great sal­va­tion (Heb. 2:3)
Makes each bur­den light ap­pear; (Matt. 11:28-30)
And I love to fol­low Je­sus, (I Pet. 2:21)
Gladly count­ing all but dross,
Worldly hon­ors all for­sak­ing, (Phil. 3:7-8)
For the glo­ry of the cross. (Gal. 6:14)

Verse 5
Oh, the cross has won­drous glo­ry! (Gal. 6:14)
Oft I’ve proved this to be true;
When I’m in the way so nar­row, (Matt. 7:13-14)
I can see a path­way through;
And how sweet­ly Je­sus whis­pers:
Take the cross, thou need’st not fear, (Matt. 10:38, Matt. 16:34, Mark 8:34, Mark 10:21, Luke 9:23, Luke 14:27)
For I’ve tried the way be­fore thee,
And the glo­ry lin­gers near.