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.

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

And face a frown­ing world

Then I can smile at Sa­tan’s rage

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

My God

my heav’n

my all

May I but safe­ly reach my home

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

Across my peace­ful breast

And not a wave of trou­ble roll

Across my peace­ful breast.