Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
over 79 occurrences, 60 verses, 59 songs
| All o’er those wide, extended plains | |
|---|---|
| I’m only going over home. | |
| I’m only going over Jordan | |
| And bids me ne’er give o’er. | |
| And bids me not give o’er. | |
| And our fellowship is o’er | |
| And o’er the gates of Zion rise | |
| And she must not rule o’er him | |
| And then my troubles will be over | |
| And triumph over death and hell | |
| And triumphed o’er the grave. | |
| And view the landscape o’er | |
| And wove with the branches a roof o’er my head | |
| As length’ning shadows o’er the mead | |
| Away over yonder | |
| Carry me home, when my life is o’er | |
| Creation’s beauties o’er | |
| Did Christ o’er sinners weep? | |
| Dipped and returned it running o’er | |
| He flies exulting o’er the hills | |
| He makes me triumph over death | |
| His banner over me was love. | |
| I know dark clouds will gather o’er me | |
| I once could mourn o’er dying men | |
| I’d cross o’er Jordan’s stormy waves | |
| My bowels o’er them cease to yearn — | |
| My cup is running o’er | |
| My cup runneth over | |
| My troubles will be o’er | |
| Nor grieve that youth is o’er | |
| Our praying time will soon be o’er, Hallelujah | |
| O’er all those wide extended plains | |
| O’er hills of guilt and seas of grief | |
| O’er lands which long in darkness lay: | |
| O’er life’s uncertain seas. | |
| Over the heav’ns He spreads His clouds | |
| Over the hills where spices grow. | |
| Over the lifeless clay. | |
| Over the rocks and rising grounds | |
| O’er this benighted soul of mine. | |
| Plant you a rose that shall bloom o’er my grave | |
| Shed not a tear o’er your friend’s early bier | |
| Take Thou my soul when life is o’er | |
| The battle ne’er give o’er | |
| The rain is over and gone. | |
| The storms of life will soon be o’er | |
| The time for such trifles with me now is o’er. | |
| Then my troubles will be over. | |
| Then when time with me is over | |
| Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed | |
| Thy silver blossom o’er my head | |
| Till the warfare is over, hallelujah. | |
| Tow’ring o’er the wrecks of time | |
| Turn o’er my pillow once again | |
| When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming | |
| While o’er the mountain top he bounds | |
| While the billows o’er me roll | |
| Who sing and shout, their suff’rings o’er | |
| With Him when life is o’er | |
| Yes, my loved ones are now over there |