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1. Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take,
Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord,
Bid ev'ry string awake.
2. Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We ev'ry moment come.
3. His grave shall to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.
4. Fasten’d within the veil,
Hope be your anchor strong;
His loving Spirit the sweet gale,
That wafts you smooth along.
5. The people of his choice
He will not cast away;
Yet do not always here expect
On Tabor’s mount to stay.
6. The time of love will come,
When we shall clearly see,
Not only that he shed his blood,
But each shall say, For me.
7. Tarry his leisure then,---
Wait the appointed hour;
Wait till the Bridegroom of your souls
Reveal his love with power.
8. When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heav'nly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his Name.
9. Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at his control;
His lovingkindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
10. Blest is the man, O God
That stays himself on thee;
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.
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12. Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take,
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid ev'ry string awake.
13. Wait till th shadows flee;
Wait the appointed hour;
Wait till the Bridegroom of your souls
Reveal his love with power.