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

Chorus:
We'll stand the storm, life's raging strom,
Supported from on high;
And safe within the heav'nly port,
We'll anchor by and by.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And fierdarts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world. [Chorus]

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall,
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all. [Chorus]

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