When I Can Read My Title Clear

When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes,...

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.

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.

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.