Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #285: When I Can Read My Title Clear

Hymn #284 Hymn #286

The Christian

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285 (C.M.) Samuel Stennett

When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

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 can 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,

My God, my heav'n, my all.

There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heav'nly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

Hymn #284 Hymn #286