Scripture Verse

You will be called Hepzibah, and your land Beulah. Isaiah 62:4

Introduction

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Edgar P. Stites
1836–1921

Words: Ed­gar P. Stites, 1876.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

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John R. Sweney
1837–1899

Origin of the Hymn

It was in 1876 that I wrote ‘Beu­lah Land.’ I could write on­ly two vers­es and the cho­rus, when I was over­come and fell on my face. That was one Sun­day. On the fol­low­ing Sun­day I wrote the third and fourth vers­es, and again I was so in­flu­enced by emo­tion that I could only pray and weep.

The first time it was sung was at the reg­u­lar Mon­day morn­ing meet­ing of Me­tho­dists in Phi­la­del­phia. Bi­shop Mc­Cabe sang it to the as­sem­bled min­is­ters. Since then it is known wher­ev­er re­li­gious peo­ple con­gre­gate. I have ne­ver received a cent for my songs. Per­haps that is why they have had such a wide po­pu­lar­i­ty. I could not do work for the Mas­ter and re­ceive pay for it.

Edgar Stites


The sec­re­tary of the Young Men’s Chris­tian As­so­ci­a­tion at Ply­mouth, Eng­land, wrote me a beau­ti­ful sto­ry of a young lady, who sang [this song] on her dy­ing bed as she passed in­to the land that is fair­er than day.

I sang this fav­o­rite song ov­er the dead bo­dy of my friend, Mr. Swe­ney, at the church of which he was a lead­ing member, in West Ches­ter, Penn­syl­van­ia, on the day of his bu­ri­al.

Sankey, pp. 121–22

Lyrics

I’ve reached the land of corn and wine,
And all its riches freely mine;
Here shines undimmed one blissful day,
For all my night has passed away.

Refrain

O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land,
As on thy highest mount I stand,
I look away across the sea,
Where mansions are prepared for me,
And view the shining glory shore,
My Heav’n, my home forever more!

My Savior comes and walks with me,
And sweet communion here have we;
He gently leads me by His hand,
For this is Heaven’s border land.

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A sweet perfume upon the breeze,
Is borne from ever vernal trees,
And flow’rs, that never fading grow
Where streams of life forever flow.

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The zephyrs seem to float to me,
Sweet sounds to Heaven’s melody,
As angels with the white robed throng
Join in the sweet redemption song.

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