1 When I can read my title clear, To mansions in the skies, I’ll bid farewell to ev’ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, hen I can smile at Satan’s rage, And face a frowning world. 3 There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heav’nly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.