Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition

My God, my life, my love,
To Thee, to Thee I call;
I cannot live if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.

Thy shining grace can cheer,
This dungeon where I dwell;
’Tis paradise when Thou art here,
If Thou depart ’tis hell.

The smilings of Thy face,
How amiable they are;
’Tis heav’n to rest in Thine embrace,
And nowhere else but there.

To Thee, and Thee alone,
The angels owe their bliss;
They sit around Thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

Not all the harps above,
Can make a heav’nly place;
If God His residence remove,
Or but conceal His face.