Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
549 Phillips’ Farewell
Words: George Phillips, 1962
Music: Hugh W. McGraw, 1962
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)
Copyright: 1991 Sacred Harp Publishing Company
My days on earth are almost gone;
The things I want can not be won;
It is the Lord that freely gives,
It’s where He lives I want to live.
It is one thing I surely know:
It is to heav’n I want to go,
To sing His praise where angels sing,
To praise my Lord and Savior King.
My life has been to sing God’s praise,
In hope of the eternal days;
I mean to do the best I can
And meet you in the promised land.
My friends have been so good to me,
And where you go I want to be.
My love for you no tongue can tell,
Dear loving friends, so fare you well.
The things I want can not be won;
It is the Lord that freely gives,
It’s where He lives I want to live.
It is one thing I surely know:
It is to heav’n I want to go,
To sing His praise where angels sing,
To praise my Lord and Savior King.
My life has been to sing God’s praise,
In hope of the eternal days;
I mean to do the best I can
And meet you in the promised land.
My friends have been so good to me,
And where you go I want to be.
My love for you no tongue can tell,
Dear loving friends, so fare you well.