Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
36b Ninety-Fifth
Tune: Patterson’s Church Music, 1813
Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
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.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to ev’ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And fiery darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.
There I shall bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav’nly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.