160 The Saint's Delight
When I can read my title clear, To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Chorus: I feel like I'm on my journey home. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. (Chorus) 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) There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heav'nly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. |