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.
4 When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His Name.
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control:
His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
6 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on Thee:
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.
The Hymnal: Published by the authority of the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., 1895
|First Line:||Your harps, ye trembling saints|
|Author:||Augustus Toplady (1772)|
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|AGO Founders Hymnal #3||Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints||Your harps, ye trembling saints||BARNARD||Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-1778||2009|
|Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book #45||Your harps, ye trembling saints||Your harps, ye trembling saints||[St. Thomas]||2016|
|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #312||Your harps, ye trembling saints||Your harps, ye trembling saints||A. M. Toplady||2012|
|The Cyber Hymnal #7804||Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints||Your harps, ye trembling saints||OLMUTZ||Augustus M. Toplady||SM||<cite>Gospel Magazine</cite>, February 1772|