Sojourn - Blest be the lamb

^CWhen I can read my title clear To m^Amansions beyo^Fnd this l^Cife, ^CI'll bid farewell to every fear, And w^Amipe my w^Geeping e^Cyes. ^CThen I will bathe my weary soul In s^Ameas of he^Fav'nly r^Cest, ^CAnd not a wave of trouble will roll Acr^Amoss my p^Geaceful br^Ceast.

^AmBlest be the L^Emamb, my de^Farest L^Cord, ^AmWho bought me w^Gith his bl^Cood, And q^Amuenched his F^Emather's f^Flaming s^Cword In h^Amis own v^Gital fl^Cood

^CShould earth a war against me wage, And ^Amhellish d^Farts be h^Curled, ^CThen I can laugh at Satan's rage, And f^Amace a fr^Gowning w^Corld ^CThe Lamb, He freed my captive soul From S^Amatan's ^Fheavy cha^Cins, ^CAnd sent the lion down to howl Where h^Amell and h^Gorror re^Cign.

^CLet cares like a deluge come, And st^Amorms of s^Forrow f^Call, ^CMay I but safely reach my home, My G^Amod, my h^Geav'n, my a^Cll!