My God, my Heaven, my All

This is an old methodist hymn sung by slaves in the South. When you read it you can just feel the emotion behind it and how these slaves would live for heaven, because that is really all that they had to live for. They didn't look at how they were being treated on earth, they just looked to heaven. They looked through their trials and would just hope for the day to come when they could finally see their savior and redeemer. Sometimes we go through hard things, but we just need to look to heaven and we will find peace, just like the slaves who sang this hymn did.

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 hellish darts be hurled,
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 but safely reach my home,
     My God, my Heaven, my All.