Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
206 Christian’s Hope
Words: Southern and Western Harmonist, 1845
Music: H. A. Parris, 1907
Meter: 8,8,8,6 (8,8,8,6)
We have our troubles here below,
We’re trav’ling through this world of woe,
To that bright world where loved ones go,
Where all is peace and love.
We’re fettered and chained up in clay
While in this body here we stay;
By faith we know a world above,
Where all is peace and love.
I feel no way like getting tired,
I’m trusting in His Holy Word
To guide my weary feet above,
Where all is peace and love.
We’re trav’ling through this world of woe,
To that bright world where loved ones go,
Where all is peace and love.
We’re fettered and chained up in clay
While in this body here we stay;
By faith we know a world above,
Where all is peace and love.
I feel no way like getting tired,
I’m trusting in His Holy Word
To guide my weary feet above,
Where all is peace and love.