Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
her 48 occurrences, 35 verses, 24 songs
| Again for joy she claps her wings | |
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| All her merchants stand with wonder | |
| And her captain Judah’s Lion, hallelujah! | |
| And her celestial sonnet sings | |
| And her watchmen publish peace. | |
| And loud her hallelujah sings | |
| And loud her lovely sonnet sings | |
| And nature weeps, her comforts fled | |
| And owns her sov’reign — Death! | |
| And watched her dying face | |
| And withered all her joys. | |
| Close seated by her Savior’s side | |
| Come, tell of your ship, and what is her name? | |
| Her anchor drops within the veil. | |
| Her glory is departed. | |
| In vain to heav’n she lifts her eyes | |
| More eager all her pow’rs expand | |
| My soul forsakes her vain delight | |
| My soul should stretch her wings in haste | |
| My tongue repeats her vows | |
| Nature must count her gold but dross | |
| Now noon sits throned; her golden urn | |
| Or earth received her frame | |
| Round her habitation hov’ring | |
| Say, is her keel sound, her garner well stored? | |
| Scatters mild her silver light | |
| Still drags her downward from the skies | |
| That freedom calls her own. | |
| That I once more may find her? | |
| The honors of her King. | |
| The soul for joy then claps her wings | |
| To seek her last abode. | |
| While Jesus bade her spirit come | |
| With cheerful hope her eyes explore | |
| Without a trace behind her? |