When I Can Read My Title Clear (EN 2255)

EN 2255 When I Can Read My Title Clear

Isa.25.8

Versi Version 1

When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes.

And wipe my weeping eyes, and wipe my weeping eyes

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.

And face a frowning world, and face a frowning world,

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.

My God, my heaven, my All, my God, my heave’, my All,

May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heaven, 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.

Across my peaceful breast, across my peaceful breast,

And not a wave of trouble roll, across my peaceful breast.