Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
178t Africa
Words: Isaac Watts, 1707
Music: William Billings, 1770
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
Now shall my inward joys arise
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
God, on His thirsty Zion’s hill,
Some mercy drops has thrown;
And solemn oaths have bound His love
To show’r salvation down.
Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?
Is He a God, and shall His grace
Grow weary of His saints?
And burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart,
And pleasure tunes my tongue.
God, on His thirsty Zion’s hill,
Some mercy drops has thrown;
And solemn oaths have bound His love
To show’r salvation down.
Why do we then indulge our fears,
Suspicions and complaints?
Is He a God, and shall His grace
Grow weary of His saints?