Since I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And fiery darts be hurled,

Then I would smile at Satan’s rage,

And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,

And storms of sorrow fall,

May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all.

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.