2 The Savior comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we; He gently leads me with his hand, For this is heaven's border land. 3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze, Is borne from ever vernal trees, And flowers that never fading grow Where streams of life forever flow. 4 The zephyrs seem to float to me, Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels, with the white-robed throng, Join in the sweet redemption song. Edgar Page Stites. 285 The Land of Beulah. 8s & 7s. D. _Beulah Land._ I am dwelling on the mountain, Where the golden sunlight gleams O'er a land whose wondrous beauty Far exceeds my fondest dreams; Where the air is pure ethereal, Laden with the breath of flow'rs, They are blooming by the fountain, 'Neath the amaranthine bow'rs. Cho.--Is not this land of Beulah, Blessed, blessed land of light? Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright. 2 I can see far down the mountains, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey By the ghosts of doubts and fears; Broken vows and disappointments, Thickly sprinkled all the way, But the Spirit led unerring, To the land I hold to-day. 3 I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide; For I've tasted life's pure river, And my soul is satisfied; There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, Nor adorning, rich and gay, For I've found a richer treasure. One that fadeth not away. 4 Tell me not of heavy crosses, Nor the burdens hard to bear, For I've found this great salvation Makes each burden light appear; And I love to follow Jesus, Gladly counting all but dross, Worldly honors all forsaking For the glory of the cross. 5 Oh, the cross has wondrous glory! Oft I've proved this to be true; When I'm in the way so narrow I can see a pathway thro'; And how sweetly Jesus whispers: Take the cross, thou need'st not fear, For I've tried this way before thee. And the glory lingers near. Rev. Wm. Hunter. 286 Ortonville. C.M. _Christ Incomparable._ (590) Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Savior's brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o'erflow. 2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is he, than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train. 3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief. 4 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete. Samuel Stennett, 1787. 287 Ortonville. C.M. _Christ Jesus, All in All._ (591) I've found the pearl of greatest price! My heart doth sing for joy; And sing I must, for Christ is mine! Christ shall my song employ. 2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King; My Prophet full of light, My great High Priest before the throne, My King of heavenly might.