595. Your harps, ye trembling saints

1 Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love divine
Bid ev'ry string awake.

2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We ev'ry moment come.

3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the grace divine.

4 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heav'nly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his Name.

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at his control;
His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.

6 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on thee:
Who wait for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Your harps, ye trembling saints
Author: Augustus M. Toplady (1772)
Publication Date: 1961
Meter: S. M.
Scripture: Psalm 57:1
Topic: Christian Life: Perseverance; Heaven: Anticipated; Israel: In Exile (3 more...)
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: ST. ETHELWALD
Composer: William H. Monk (1861)
Meter: S. M.
Key: G Major



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