| Text: | Trials overcome by Hope |
| Author: | Dr. Watts |
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 | |
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| First Line: | When I can read my title clear |
| Title: | Trials overcome by Hope |
| Author: | Dr. Watts |
| Meter: | Common Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1790 |
| Topic: | After Sermon |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |