When I Can Read My Title Clear

Isaac Watts, 1707

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 hurled, 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! 4. There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heav'nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.

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