“YOUR HARPS, YE TREMBLING SAINTS.”
This hymn of Toplady,—unlike “A Debtor to Mercy Alone,” and “Inspirer and Hearer of Prayer,” both now little used,—stirs no controversial 582 / 518 feeling by a single line of his aggressive Calvinism. It is simply a song of Christian gratitude and joy.
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of Love Divine
Bid every string awake.
Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home,
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.
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Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on Thee,
Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.