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When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
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I feel like, I feel like I’m on my journey home.
I feel like, I feel like I’m on my journey home.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.
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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.
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There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.
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-- Isaac Watts, Hymns and Spiritual Songs 1707
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