Text: | Weak Believers Encouraged |
Author: | Toplady |
1 Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord,
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 shall to the end,
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.
4 The time of love will come,
When we shall clearly see,
Not only that he shed his blood,
But each shall say, “For me.”
5 Tarry his leisure, then;
Wait the appointed hour;
Wait till the Bridegroom of your souls
Reveal his love with power.
6 [Blest is the man, O God,
Whose mind is stayed on thee;
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.]
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First Line: | Your harps, ye trembling saints |
Title: | Weak Believers Encouraged |
Author: | Toplady |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Encouragement |