The Sacred Harp 2012 Cooper Book Edition
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Song · Page 203

Florida

Lyrics

Let sinners take their course
And choose the road to death,
But in the worship of my God
I’ll spend my daily breath.

My thoughts address His throne,
When morning brings the light;
I seek His blessings every noon,
And pay my vows at night.

Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God;
While sinners perish in surprise,
Beneath Thine angry rod.

Because they dwell at ease,
And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear nor trust Thy name,
Nor learn to do Thy will.