The Voice of Praise ‎#317

317. Your harps, ye trembling saints

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

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

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

Text Information

• First Line: Your harps, ye trembling saints
• Author: Toplady
• Meter: S. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Psalm 56:3
  ;
  Psalm 138
  ;
  Proverbs 29:25
  ;
  Isaiah 26:4
  ;
  Isaiah 50:10
• Topic: General Praise; Encouragement

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