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The Saintís Delight 441

Tune: F. Price, 1835
Alto: Wilson Marion Cooper, 1902
Lyrics: 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.

Chorus:

I feel like
I'm on my journey home.

Should earth against my soul engage,
And firey darts be hurled,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

(Chorus)

Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Let storms of sorrow fall,
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)