Luyện nghe bài hát Is Not This The Land of Beulah

I am on the mountain,
Where the sunlight gleams
O'er a land whose wondrous
Far exceeds my fondest
the air is pure, ethereal,
Laden the breath of flow'rs,
They are by the fountain,
the amaranthine bow'rs.
I can see far the mountain,
Where I weary years,
hindered in my journey
By the of doubts 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, blessed of light,
Where the bloom forever,
And the sun is bright!
I am at the fountain,
Where I ever would
For I've life's pure river,
And my soul is
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 I've proved this to be
I'm in the way so narrow,
I can see a pathway
And how sweetly whispers:
"Take the cross, thou not fear,
For I've tried the way thee,"
And the glory near.