Hymn of the Week - When I Can Read My Title Clear

When I Can Read My Title Clear by Isaac Watts

1. 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.
2. 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.
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.
   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.
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.
   Across my peaceful breast,
   Across my peaceful breast,
   And not a wave of trouble roll
   Across my peaceful breast.