Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
420b Bishop
Words: Octavia Bishop McGraw, 1935
Music: T. B. McGraw, 1935
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Copyright: 1936 Sacred Harp Publishing Company
Our Father’s gone to that bright land;
He dwells with Christ, the King,
And with the saints of old doth stand
While all the angels sing.
Around dear Mother’s bed we stood
And watched her dying face,
While Jesus bade her spirit come
And take a heav’nly place.
Their forms on earth no more we see,
They’re hidden from our view;
Their mem’ries linger still with me
As noble, good, and true.
Could we but stand and view that goal,
’Twould dry our briny tears;
True love and joy there to behold
Would banish all our fears.
He dwells with Christ, the King,
And with the saints of old doth stand
While all the angels sing.
Around dear Mother’s bed we stood
And watched her dying face,
While Jesus bade her spirit come
And take a heav’nly place.
Their forms on earth no more we see,
They’re hidden from our view;
Their mem’ries linger still with me
As noble, good, and true.
Could we but stand and view that goal,
’Twould dry our briny tears;
True love and joy there to behold
Would banish all our fears.