1 When I can read my Title clear
To Mansions in the Skies,
I bid farewell to ev'ry Fear,
And wipe my weeping Eyes.
2 Should Earth against my Soul engage,
And hellish Darts be hurl'd,
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.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | When I can read my Title clear |
| Title: | The Hopes of Heaven our Support under Trials on Earth |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1791 |
| Topic: | Faith and Obedience |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |