Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
its 27 occurrences, 23 verses, 19 songs
Always rolling to its sea | |
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And find its long-sought rest | |
By faith its delights I explore | |
By the Spirit stroke for its evil deeds | |
Does the hope inspire of its home in heav’n. | |
Ere all its glories stand revealed | |
From its beautiful plains and its herbage-crowned hills. | |
From its forests and fields, from its murmuring rills | |
Gathers ’round its head sublime. | |
How languid are its flames. | |
I love to sing its worth | |
Its sovereign virtues know. | |
Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud | |
May I its great importance learn | |
Of a soul in its earliest love. | |
So when Thy truth began its race | |
That its foot was on earth and its top in the sky. | |
The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | |
The Savior has passed through its portals before thee | |
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps | |
To shed its quick’ning beams | |
To view its groaning Lord. | |
Where shall our nation turn its eye |