464 - When I Can Read My Title Clear
When I can read my title clear
To
mansions in the skies
I’ll
bid farewell to every fear,
And
wipe my weeping eyes;
And
wipe my weeping eyes,
And
wipe my weeping eyes
I
bid farewell to every fear,
And
wipe my weeping eyes.
2
Should
earth against my soul engage,
And
fiery darts be hurled,
Then
I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And
face a frowning world.
And
face a frowning world,
And
face a frowning world,
Then
I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And
face a frowning world.
3
Let
cares like a wild deluge come,
And
storms of sorrow fall!
May
I but safely reach my home,
My
God, my heav’n, my all.
My
God, my heav’n, my all,
My
God, my heave’n, my all,
May
I but safely reach my home,
My
God, my heav’n, my all.
