Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
her 59 occurrences, 47 verses, 25 songs
| Again for joy she claps her wings | |
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| All her merchants stand with wonder | |
| And her captain, Judah’s Lion, hallelujah. | |
| And her celestial sonnet sings | |
| And her watchmen publish peace. | |
| And loud her hallelujah sings | |
| And owns, her sovereign — Death! | |
| And sets her sons among the stars. | |
| And the east see thy morn hide the beams of her star. | |
| And watched her dying face | |
| ’Round her habitation hov’ring | |
| Come, tell of your ship and what is her name? | |
| Fair freedom her attendant waits | |
| Fair science her gate to thy sons shall unbar | |
| For her heart supplied her eyes. | |
| Her anchor drops within the veil. | |
| Her duty to fulfill. | |
| Her glory is departed. | |
| Her honored mother she addressed | |
| Her husband to obey | |
| In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes | |
| Let faith exalt her joyful voice | |
| Mary to her Savior’s tomb | |
| More eager all her pow’rs expand | |
| My soul forsakes her vain delight | |
| My soul should stretch her wings in haste | |
| My soul would stretch her wings in haste | |
| Nature must count her gold but dross | |
| Or earth received her frame | |
| Say, is her keel sound, her garner well stored? | |
| She called her father to her bed | |
| She grasped her tender hands and said | |
| So science spreads her lucid ray | |
| Still drags her downward from the skies | |
| That freedom calls her own. | |
| That I once more may find her? | |
| The honors of her King. | |
| The soul for joy then claps her wings | |
| To bless the portals of her gates | |
| To do her husband’s will | |
| To see her by his side | |
| To seek her last abode. | |
| Until her dying day. | |
| While Jesus bade her spirit come | |
| While tears were streaming down her breast | |
| With cheerful hope her eyes explore | |
| Without a trace behind her? |