Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
130 The Old Graveyard
Words: Selah Gridley, 1795, and Proverbs 27:1, alt
Music: Allison Blake Steel, 2019
Meter: 8s & 7s.
Copyright: 2025 Sacred Harp Publishing Company
Former friends, oh, how I’ve sought them,
Just to cheer my drooping mind;
But they’ve gone, like leaves of autumn,
Driv’n before a dreary wind.
[chorus]
Boast ye not of tomorrow,
For you know not what the day may bring.
Death has laid them down to slumber;
Solemn thought to think that I
Soon will be one of that number,
Soon, ah soon, with them to lie.
Just to cheer my drooping mind;
But they’ve gone, like leaves of autumn,
Driv’n before a dreary wind.
[chorus]
Boast ye not of tomorrow,
For you know not what the day may bring.
Death has laid them down to slumber;
Solemn thought to think that I
Soon will be one of that number,
Soon, ah soon, with them to lie.