474    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Support under Trials on Earth. Rev. 21. 4; 7. 17

1 When 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 hellish 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 shall I bathe my weary soul
  In seas of heavenly rest,
  And not a wave of trouble roll
  Across my peaceful breast.