Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

And now, my friends, both old and young,
I hope in Christ you’ll still go on;
And if on earth we meet no more,
Oh may we meet on Canaan’s shore.
I hope you’ll all remember me
If you on earth no more I see;
An int’rest in your prayers I crave,
That we may meet beyond the grave.

How oft I’ve seen your flowing tears
And heard you tell your hopes and fears;
Your hearts with love were seen to flame,
Which makes me hope we’ll meet again.
Ye mourning souls, lift up your eyes
To glorious mansions in the skies;
Oh trust His grace — in Canaan’s land
We’ll no more take the parting hand.

Oh glorious day, Oh blessed hope!
My soul leaps forward at the thought;
When on that happy, happy land,
We’ll no more take the parting hand.
But with our blessed holy Lord,
We’ll shout and sing with one accord.
And there we’ll all with Jesus dwell,
So loving Christians, fare you well!