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 I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish 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.
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 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.
