Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition

Say, now, ye lovely social band,
Who walk the way to Canaan’s land,
Ye who have fled from Sodom’s plain,
Say, do you wish to turn again?
O have you ventured to the field,
Well armed with helmet, sword, and shield?
And shall the world, with dread alarms,
Compel you now to ground your arms?

Behold! I see, among the rest,
A host in richer garments dressed,
A host that near His presence stands,
And palms of vict’ry grace their hands.
Say, who are these I now behold,
With blood-washed robes and crowns of gold?
This glorious host is not unknown
To Him who sits upon the throne.

These are the foll’wers of the Lamb;
From tribulation great they came;
And on the hill of sweet repose
They bid adieu to all their woes.
Soon on the wings of love you’ll fly,
To join them in that world on high;
O make it now your chiefest care
The image of your Lord to bear.