Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
never 84 occurrences, 64 verses, 66 songs
A never-dying soul to save | |
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A sun that shall never go down. | |
I’m going where pleasure never dies. | |
And bids me ne’er give o’er | |
And leads by streams that never die. | |
And love shall never die. | |
And never, never part again. | |
And never with’ring flow’rs. | |
And Sabbaths never end. | |
And should we never meet again | |
’Round the whole earth and never stand | |
Begin and never cease. | |
But drops of grief can ne’er repay | |
But if we never have the pleasure | |
But never knew substantial joys | |
For joys that shall never depart. | |
He whose word can ne’er be broken | |
I drank and never thirsted more. | |
I love that union never dies | |
I never knew the happiness | |
I never will give up my shield. | |
I never will unloose my hold | |
I shall never forget the day | |
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake. | |
I’ll never turn back any more. | |
Let’s covet those charms that shall never decay | |
May it never cease again. | |
My never-failing treasury filled | |
Never did angels taste above | |
Never shall the cross forsake me | |
Ne’er think the vict’ry won | |
Never to return. Fare you well my friends | |
No, never part again. | |
Oh, may I never read in vain | |
Or it had never rescued me. | |
Perhaps never to meet again | |
Sinners shall ne’er be Thy delight | |
Still the path I’ll ne’er forget | |
Streams of mercy, never ceasing | |
That I could never answer nay. | |
That they should never die. | |
That they should never part. | |
The battle ne’er give o’er | |
The world can never fill. | |
The world can never give | |
There gen’rous fruits that never fail | |
There shall we join, and never tire | |
They never yet have halted. | |
Thou never canst Thyself forget. | |
Though I can never come to thee | |
Tongue can never express | |
What? never part again. | |
Where pleasures ne’er decay. | |
Where pleasures never end | |
Where the assembly ne’er breaks up | |
Where the soul never dies | |
Where the storms never blow | |
Where virtues and blessings never face | |
Where we shall never part. | |
Which false apostates never knew. | |
Which hypocrites could ne’er attain | |
Who never knew our God | |
With springs that never dry. | |
Yet never fear, we’ll gain the day |