497 – When I Can Read My Title Clear

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.

2.

Should earth against my soul engage, and fiery 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.

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. My God, my heaven, my All, my God, my heaven, my All, May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heaven, 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. Across my peaceful breast, across my peaceful breast, And not a wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast.

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