Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
still 63 occurrences, 56 verses, 56 songs
A little voice that’s small and still | |
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And are we still secure? | |
And still how weak my faith is found | |
And still my Jesus follow. | |
And still our blessed Jesus | |
And still there’s more and more. | |
And still to heighten our distress | |
And thousands by faith are now climbing it still. | |
And we still will follow Thee. | |
And yet she is able to land still more | |
Beside the waters still | |
But he called the louder still | |
But still I had no union. | |
But still we’re joined at heart. | |
But we shall still be joined in heart | |
For the angels of Jacob are guarding it still. | |
For Thou, Oh Lord, art with me still | |
God and heav’n is still my own. | |
He leadeth me beside the still waters. | |
His footsteps I will follow still | |
Hope still; and thou shalt sing | |
How sweet their mem’ry still! | |
I am surrounded still with God. | |
I hope in Christ you’ll still go on | |
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid | |
I still am homeward bound. | |
I still view the chairs of my father and mother | |
I still will think of thee. | |
I therefore still will praise Him. | |
It tells me in a small still voice | |
Jesus Christ can still forgive. | |
Pursue His footsteps still. | |
Sinner, art thou still secure? | |
Still drags her downward from the skies | |
Still gazing on the spires of grass | |
Still may we dwell secure | |
Still my cov’nant grace proclaim! | |
Still support and comfort me | |
Still the path I’ll ne’er forget | |
Still, thy heart, with pride elated | |
Still walking downward to the tomb | |
Still would my spirit rest on Thee | |
Sweet responses still repeating | |
The nearer still she draws to land | |
Their joys are still increasing | |
Their mem’ries linger still with me | |
Thy Great Provider still is near | |
Thy praise shall be my bus’ness still | |
Thy ways abound with blessings still | |
To still my unbelieving fear | |
While the tempest still is high! | |
Who fed thee last, will feed thee still | |
Whom still I hold, but cannot see | |
Whose hope still hov’ring ’round Thy word | |
Wilt thou still refuse to pray? | |
Yet still He pleads and mourns |