When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at envy's rage,
And face a frowning world.
Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May 1 but safely reach my home,

O blest are they who feel the love
A Saviour's grace bestows!
The fountain springs in worlds abov
And freely here it flows.

O blest are they who now believe
The promise of his word!
Their hearts in joyous faith receive
The blessing of the Lord.

O blest are they who worship here,
Who sing, and praise, and pray!
To them who thus their Lord revere