Luyện nghe bài hát Is Not This The Land of Beulah

I am on the mountain,
Where the golden sunlight
a land whose wondrous beauty
Far exceeds my dreams;
the air is pure, ethereal,
Laden with the of flow'rs,
They are by the fountain,
the amaranthine bow'rs.
I can see far the mountain,
Where I weary years,
Often hindered in my
By the ghosts of and fears;
Broken vows and
sprinkled all the way,
But the led, unerring,
To the land I today.
Is not this the land of
Blessed, land of light,
the flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is bright!
I am at the fountain,
I ever would abide;
For I've tasted life's river,
And my is satisfied;
no thirsting for life's pleasures,
Nor adorning, and gay,
For found a richer treasure,
One that not away.
Oh, the cross has glory!
Oft proved 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.