Beulah Land

Zion, hill where the temple stood
A place for prayer, and all that's good
Once deserted and desolate
Disconcerted, childless her fate

But God's delight is in her now
Now dressed in white keeping her vow
Beulah's her name, she will submit
No more to blame, she will commit

As a young bridegroom rejoices
Over his bride for her choices
As she submits to her bridegroom
A love that fits, their joy will bloom

That's not the end, there's more ahead
Heaven my friend, hope of the dead
Zion above, Beulah the Bride
Christ shares his love, for her he died

Isaiah 62