1 When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
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 heaven, my all.
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
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First Line: | When I can read my title clear |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Assurance; Christians: their life and experience; Faith: in God(6 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |