Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

“Why, Oh sinner, me profaning, why,”
Says God, “My statutes name;
Why my cov’nant grace disdaining,
Still my cov’nant grace proclaim!
Hating counsel,
All my laws exposed to shame.

Long in silence I have waited,
Long thy guilt in secret grown;
Still, thy heart, with pride elated,
Thought my counsels like thy own.
I’ll reprove thee,
Till thy crimes exact are known,

Sinners, hear Jehovah speaking!
Ye who thoughtless God despise!
Hear, lest in His wrath awaking,
Vengeance rend you as it flies.
None can save you,
If His arm to judgment rise.