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 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.