1. Trembling before Thine awful throne,
O Lord, in dust my sins I own;
Justice and mercy for my life
Contend; O smile, and heal the strife.
2. The Savior smiles; upon my soul
New tides of hope tumultuous roll;
His voice proclaims my pardon found,
Seraphic transport wings the sound.
3. Earth has a joy unknown to Heaven,
The newborn peace of sins forgiven;
Tears of such pure and deep delight,
Ye angels, never dimmed your sight.
4. Ye saw, of old, on chaos rise
The beauteous pillars of the skies;
Ye know where Morn exulting springs,
And Evening folds her drooping wings.
5. Bright heralds of the eternal will,
Abroad His errands ye fulfill;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
Symphonious in His presence play.
6. Loud is the song, the heavenly plain
Is shaken with the choral strain;
And dying echoes, floating far,
Draw music from each chiming star.
7. But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge shall be mine:
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #6511
|Instances (1 - 2 of 2)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #341||Trembling before thine awful throne||Trembling before thine awful throne||A. L. Hillhouse||2012|
|The Cyber Hymnal #6511||Trembling Before Thine Awful Throne||Trembling before Thine awful throne||SAMSON||Augustus L. Hillhouse||LM||Appeared in the <cite>Christian Spectator</cite> (New Haven, Connecticut: April 1822)|