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==Text and translations==
==Text and translations==
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{{Vs|1}} Down headlong from their native skies
{{Vs|1}} When I can read my title clear
The rebel angels fell,
To mansions in the skies,
And thunderbolts of flaming wrath
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
Pursu'd them deep to hell.
And wipe my weeping eyes.


{{Vs|2}} Down from the top of earthly bliss
{{Vs|2}} Should earth against my soul engage,
Rebellious man was hurl'd;
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
To reach a sinking world.
And face a frowning world.


{{Vs|3}} O love of infinite degree!
{{Vs|3}} Let cares like a wild deluge come,
Unmeasurable grace!
And storms of sorrow fall;
Must heav'n's eternal darling die
May I but safely reach my home,
To save a trait'rous race?
My God, my heav'n, my all:


{{Vs|4}} Must angels sink forever down,
{{Vs|4}} There shall I bathe my weary soul
And burn in quenchless fire,
In seas of heav'nly rest,
While God foresakes his shining throne,
And not a wave of trouble roll
To raise us wretches higher?
Across my peaceful breast.}}
 
{{Vs|5}} O for this love let earth and skies
With hallelujahs ring,
And the full choir of human tongues
All hallelujah sing.}}


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Revision as of 19:12, 25 November 2015

General information

'When I can read my title clear' is a hymn by Isaac Watts, published as Hymn 65 in Book 2 of his Hymns and Spiritual Songs.

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Text and translations

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1  When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2  Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
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 heav'n, my all:

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

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