Luyện nghe bài hát Is Not This The Land of Beulah

I am on the mountain,
the golden sunlight gleams
O'er a land whose wondrous
Far my fondest dreams;
the air is pure, ethereal,
Laden with the of flow'rs,
are blooming by the fountain,
'Neath the bow'rs.
I can see far the mountain,
Where I weary years,
Often in my journey
By the ghosts of and fears;
vows and disappointments
Thickly all the way,
But the led, unerring,
To the land I today.
Is not this the of Beulah?
Blessed, blessed of light,
Where the flowers forever,
And the sun is bright!
I am at the fountain,
Where I ever abide;
For I've tasted pure river,
And my is satisfied;
There's no thirsting for pleasures,
Nor adorning, and gay,
For found a richer treasure,
One that not away.
Oh, the has wondrous glory!
Oft I've this to be true;
I'm in the way so narrow,
I can see a pathway
And how Jesus whispers:
"Take the cross, need'st not fear,
For I've tried the way thee,"
And the glory near.