1 When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
We will stand the storm,
We will anchor by and by.
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.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall,
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.
4 There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
|First Line:||When I can read my title clear|
|Refrain First Line:||We will stand the storm|
|Name:||[When I can read my title clear]|