Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Since I can read my title clear
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune: Aspiration
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 150, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsSince I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
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 would smile at Satan's rage,
Then I would 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,
May I but safely reach my home.
My God, my heaven, my all.
There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.