(by
Isaac Watts)
When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies / I bid
farewell to every fear, and wipe
my weeping eyes / And wipe my weeping eyes, and wipe my weeping
eyes
Should
earth against my soul engage, and hellish darts be hurdled /
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
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 heavn, my All, my
God, my heav'n, my All
May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heav'n, my All
There
shall I bathe my weary soul in seas of heav'nly rest / And not
a wave of trouble roll,
across my peaceful breast / Across my peaceful breast, across
my peaceful breast / And not a
wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast
