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,
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
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