Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

What shall I do, shall I lay down
And sink in deep despair?
Will He forever wear a frown
Nor hear my feeble prayer?
No, He will put His strength in me;
He knows the way I’ve strolled;
And when I’m tried sufficiently,
I shall come forth as gold.

When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I’ll bid farewell to ev’ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun;
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we first begun.