Author: Toplady Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 356 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 138 Lyrics: 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.
Topics: General Praise; Encouragement
Your harps, ye trembling saints