Scripture Verse

The Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces. Isaiah 25:8

Introduction

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Austin C. Lovelace
(1919–2010)

Words: Is­aac Watts, Hymns and Spir­it­u­al Songs 1707, Book 2, num­ber 65. The hope of hea­ven our sup­port un­der tri­als on earth.

Music: Pis­gah Scot­tish tune, ar­ranged by Jo­seph C. Low­ry in The Ken­tuc­ky Har­mo­ny, by An­a­ni­as Da­vis­son, se­cond ed­i­tion, 1817. Har­mo­ny by Aus­tin C. Love­lace in The Book of Hymns (Nash­ville, Ten­nes­see: The Unit­ed Me­thod­ist Pub­lish­ing House, 1966), num­ber 302 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a bet­ter pic­ture of Love­lace, would you ?

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Isaac Watts
(1674–1748)

Cowper in his po­em ti­tled Truth com­pares the lot of the in­fi­del Vol­taire with that of a poor and be­liev­ing cot­tag­er who

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true—
A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew:
And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes,
Her title to a treasure in the skies.

Nutter, p. 231

Lyrics

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

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

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.
My God, my heaven, my all,
My God, my heave’, my all,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

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