Hymn 2:65 [When I Can Read My Title Clear]

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Title:     Hymn 2:65 [When I Can Read My Title Clear]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The hope of heaven our support under trials on earth.

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

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.

Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:65 [When I Can Read My Title Clear]

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