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[When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

[1]

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

2

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.

3

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.

4

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