Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

Come, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize;
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.
Let all the saints terrest’rial sing
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King
In heav’n and earth are one.

One family, we dwell in Him,
One church above, beneath.
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.
One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.