Should earth against my soul engage, and hellish darts be hurdled / 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 heavn, my All, my God, my heav’n, my All
May I but safely reach my home, my God, my heav’n, 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