Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 1991 Edition
still 63 occurrences, 56 verses, 56 songs
| A little voice that’s small and still | |
|---|---|
| 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 |