| I am dwelling on the mountain
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| Where the golden sunlight gleams
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| O’er a land whose wondrous beauty
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| Far exceeds my fondest dreams
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| Where the air is pure, ethereal
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| Laden with the breath of flowers
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| They are blooming by the fountain
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| 'Neath the amaranthine bow’rs
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| I can see far down the mountain
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| Where I wandered weary years
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| Often hindered in my journey
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| By the ghosts of doubt and fars;
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| Broken vows and disappointments
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| Thickly sprinkled all th way
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| But the Spirit led, unerring
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| To the land I hold today
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| I am drinking at the fountain
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| Where I ever would abide
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| For I’ve tasted life’s pure river
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| And my soul is satisfied;
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| There’s no thirsting for life’s pleasures
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| Nor adorning rich and gay
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| For I’ve found a richer treasure
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| One that fadeth not away
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| Is not this the Land of Beulah?
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| Blessed, blessed land of light;
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| Where the flowers bloom forever
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| And the sun is always bright
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| Tell me not of heavy crosses
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| Nor the burdens hard to bear
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| For I’ve found this great salvation
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| Makes this burden light appear;
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| And I love to follow Jesus
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| Gladly counting all but dross
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| Worldly honors all forsaking
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| For the glory of the cross
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| Oh, the cross has wondrous glory!
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| Oft I’ve proved this to be true;
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| When I’m in the way so narrow
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| I can see a pathway through;
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| And how sweetly Jesus whispers:
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| «Take the cross, thou need’st not fear
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| For I’ve tried the way before thee
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| And the glory lingers near.»
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| Is not this the Land of Beulah?
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| Blessed, blessed land of light;
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| Where the flowers bloom forever
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| And the sun is always bright
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| Where the Flowers bloom forever
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| And the sun is always bright |