The Book of Worship ‎#316

316. Your harps, ye trembling saints

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 Lord,
Who stays himself on Thee;
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.

Text Information

• First Line: Your harps, ye trembling saints
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1867
• Topic: Man a Saint: In Bodily and Spiritual Trouble

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