Church Book ‎#487

487. 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 God,
That stays himself on Thee!
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.

Text Information

• First Line: Your harps, ye trembling saints
• Author: Augustus M. Toplady (1772)
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1890
• Topic: The Cross and Comfort: In Outward Suffering; Easter Season, Fifth Sunday; Sixteenth Sunday after Trinity
• Notes: Alternate tune: #155 or #237

Tune Information

• Name: NARENZA
• Meter: S. M.
• Key: C Major
• Notes: Source from index: Ancient German