| Charles E. Jenkins - 2004 - 122 páginas
...storms clouds rise! Where no hearse wheels are rolling! Where everyday shall be Sunday! I can sang "When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid Farwell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly... | |
| Richard J. Mouw - 2004 - 312 páginas
...rises to my sight! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight. (Stennett, Jordanl When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, 1 bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. (Watts, When titlel A few other themes were... | |
| Religious tract society - 424 páginas
...presumptuously believeth, but " to him that overcometh " all the promises of Christ are addressed, Rev. ii. iii. When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish... | |
| Joseph E. Holloway - 2005 - 456 páginas
...lonesome graveyard" down by the side of the swamp, they sung the well-known hymn of Dr. Isaac Watts: When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear And wipe my weeping eyes. Mary's baby was taken to the graveyard by its... | |
| Shane White, Graham J. White - 2005 - 274 páginas
...Dwight's Journal of Music declared that, when hundreds of blacks "join[ed] in the chorus of such a hymn as 'When I can read my title clear, / To mansions in the skies,' the unimpassioned hearer is almost lifted from his feet by the volume and majesty of the sound. "3... | |
| Harriet Beecher Stowe, Henry Louis Gates (Jr.) - 2007 - 560 páginas
...one singing. It was not a usual sound there, and he paused to listen. A musical tenor voice sang, " When I can read my title clear To mansions in the...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,... | |
| Steven Heighton - 2006 - 420 páginas
...of the strain seems to ease from the lieutenant's face as he sits listening to the two of them sing: When I can read my title clear . . . to mansions in...farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes. Punnie sings in the way of small children, misconstruing difficult phrases into curious little poetries:... | |
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