1 My harp untuned, and laid aside,
To cheerful hours the harp belongs;
My cruel foes, insulting cried,
"Come, sing us one of Zion’s songs."
2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold,
At Zion scoff, and Zion’s king;
When zeal declines, and love grows cold,
Is this a day for me to sing?
3 Time was, whene’er the saints I met,
With joy and praise my bosom glowed;
But now, like Eli, sad I sit,
And tremble for the ark of God.
4 While thus to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline;
Methought I heard my Savior say,
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is Mine"
5 Though for a time I hide My face,
Rely upon My love and power;
Still wrestle at a throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.
6 Take down thy long neglected harp,
I’ve seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer;
The winter season has been sharp,
But spring shall all its wastes repair.”
7 Lord, I obey, my hopes revive,
Come join with me, ye saints, and sing;
Our foes in vain against us strive;
For God will help and healing bring.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11614
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #11614||My Harp Untuned, And Laid Aside||My harp untuned, and laid aside||ST. CROSS||John Newton||LM||<cite>Olney Hymns</cite> (London, W. Oliver, 1779), Book 2|