Oh, I know a river where your troubles flow, Down by Beulahland; There the children of the King shall meet their Lord, Down by Beulahland; Oh, I know the weapon that those children wield, 'Tis the Cross of Jesus pierced on Calvary, And my weary soul is clinging to the beams Down by Beulahland. Let me not go there by fiddle tune or harp, Down by Beulahland, Play no banjo on my journey to the King, Down by Beulahland, Let me fight my battles in the way I choose I alone must win the crown of Righteousness, Let me be a soldier with my armor on, Down by Beulahland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY TO A KNOWN PLACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |