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?