Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

My days on earth are almost gone,
The things I want cannot be won;
It is the Lord that freely gives;
It’s where He lives I want to live.

It is one thing I surely know,
It is to heav’n I want to go
To sing His praise where angels sing,
To praise my Lord and Savior King.

My life has been to sing God’s praise
In hope of the eternal days;
I mean to do the best I can
And meet you in the promised land.

My friends have been so good to me,
And where you go I want to be;
My love for you no tongue can tell,
Dear loving friends, so fare you well.