1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.

 4  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.