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. Hymn 99 (Let the whole race of creatures lie)
2. Psalm 139. Part 1 (Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through)
3. Psalm 1 (The man is ever bless'd)
4. Psalm 133 (Blest are the sons of peace)
5. Psalm 34. Part 1 (Lord, I will bless thee all my days)

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