Africa 178 Sacred Harp

    A         E      A    E
Now shall my inward joys arise,
    A     D       E
And burst into a song;
  A       D     Bm        E
Almighty love inspires my heart,
     Bm       D    E  A
And pleasure tunes my tongue.

     A       E       A     E
God, on His thirsty Zion’s hill,
     A      D        E
Some mercy drops has thrown;
    A      D          Bm        E
And solemn oaths have bound His love
   Bm      D    E   A
To show’r salvation down.

    A     E    A           E
Why do we then indulge our fears,
   A       D   E
Suspicions and complaints?
   A    D        Bm        E
Is He a God, and shall His grace
     Bm    D  E    A
Grow weary of His saints?