1 Still throned in heaven, to men in unbelief
Christ spreads his hands all day;
They scan his claims, give judgement cold and brief,
And fearless turn away.
2 Once more, O peerless mystery of grace,
Thy sweet appeal renew;
Light up dark minds, win souls to thine embrace,
High forts of doubt subdue.
3 Speak, till the sons of peace, with hearts unseared,
Led by that voice of thine,
Find thee each day more glorious, more endeared,
Christ human, Christ divine.
Source: The New English Hymnal #454
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #6337||Still Throned in Heav'n||Still throned in Heav'n, to men in unbelief||LUX VERA||William Bright||10.6.10.6||<cite>Hymns & Other Poems</cite>, 1866|
|The New English Hymnal #454||Still throned in heaven, to men in unbelief||Still throned in heaven, to men in unbelief||LUX VERA||William Bright, 1824-1901||10 6 10 6||1986|