Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more be termed Desolate: but thou shalt be called Hephzibah, and thy land Beulah: for the Lord delighteth in thee, and thy land shall be married.  Isaiah 62:4  King James Version


Isaiah 62:1-5  Easy-to-Read Version (ERV)

New Jerusalem: A City Full of Goodness

62 I love Zion,
    so I will continue to speak for her.
I love Jerusalem,
    so I will not stop speaking.
I will speak until goodness[a] shines like a bright light,
    until salvation burns bright like a flame.
Then all nations will see your goodness.
    All kings will see your honor.
Then you will have a new name
    that the Lord himself will give you.
You will be like a beautiful crown that the Lord holds up,
    like a king’s crown in the hand of your God.
You will never again be called ‘The People God Left.’
    Your land will never again be called ‘The Land God Destroyed.’
You will be called ‘The People God Loves.’
    Your land will be called ‘God’s Bride,’
because the Lord loves you,
    and your land will be his.[b]
As a young man takes a bride and she belongs to him,
    so your land will belong to your children.[c]
As a man is happy with his new wife,
    so your God will be happy with you.

This is a hymn with which I am not familiar. I am learning so many beautiful hymns: beautiful poems set to music!

Is Not This the Land of Beulah?  Attributed to William Hunter, published 1882

  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 flow’rs,
    They are blooming by the fountain,
    ’Neath the amaranthine bow’rs.

    • Refrain:
      Is not this the 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 mountain,
    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 today.
  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 of 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 through;
    And how sweetly Jesus whispers:
    “Take the cross, thou need’st not fear,
    For I’ve tried the way before thee,”
    And the glory lingers near.


Dwelling in Beulah Land                Charles A Miles, 1911

  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.

    • 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.
  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 He planned;
    Dwelling in the Spirit, here I learn of full salvation;
    Gladly I will tarry in Beulah Land.



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