Words: , Hymns and Spir­it­u­al Songs, 1707.

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 rads, with sparkling eyes,
Her title to a treasure in the skies.

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

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.