1 Now I can read my title clear,
To mansions in the skies;
I’ve bid farewell to ev’ry fear,
And wiped my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
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;
I know I’ll safely reach my home,
My God, my heav’n, my all.

4 There I can bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

5 When I’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
No less the days to sing God’s praise
Than when I first begun.