Sunday musical offering

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll 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.

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

3 Responses to Sunday musical offering

  1. Very pleasant indeed!

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  2. Eileen says:

    Lovely! A hug of encouragement I needed this morning. Thanks!

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  3. It’s a fine arrangement and performance of a fine song.  Wish the video had credited Isaac Watts.

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