Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

Hymn 65 (When I can read my title clear)

The hope of heaven our support under trials on earth.

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 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.

1. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)
2. Psalm 103. Part 1 (O bless the Lord, my soul!)
3. Psalm 136 (Give thanks to God most high)
4. Psalm 133 (Blest are the sons of peace)
5. Hymn 99 (Let the whole race of creatures lie)

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