 | Richard J. Mouw - 2004 - 312 pàgines
...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... | |
 | David Ware Stowe - 2004 - 366 pàgines
...the judgment-seat of Christ." He struggles to control Tom, whom he hears singing an Isaac Watts hymn: "When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. ..." "So ho!" said Legree to himself, "he... | |
 | Charles E. Jenkins - 2004 - 122 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Joseph E. Holloway - 2005 - 456 pàgines
...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...bid farewell to every fear And wipe my weeping eyes. Mary's baby was taken to the graveyard by its grandmother, and before the corpse was deposited in the... | |
 | Shane White, Graham J. White - 2005 - 274 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. "Should earth against my soul engage, And... | |
 | Steven Heighton - 2006 - 420 pàgines
...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 the skies . . . I'll bid farewell to every fear, and wipe my weeping eyes. Punnie sings in the way of small children,... | |
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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 heaven, my all... 
