1. When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. | 2. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can 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 I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. | This world is not my home, This world is not my home, This world's a wilderness of owe, But heaven is my home. | |