Trembling Before Thine Awful Throne

Trembling be­fore Thine aw­ful throne

O Lord

in dust my sins I own;

Justice and mer­cy for my life

Contend; O smile

and heal the strife.

The Sav­ior smiles; up­on my soul

New tides of hope tu­mul­tu­ous roll;

His voice proc­laims my par­don found

Seraphic trans­port wings the sound.

Earth has a joy un­known to Heav­en

The new­born peace of sins for­giv­en;

Tears of such pure and deep de­light

Ye an­gels

nev­er dimmed your sight.

Ye saw

of old

on cha­os rise

The beau­te­ous pil­lars of the skies;

Ye know where morn ex­ult­ing springs

And ev­en­ing folds her droop­ing wings.

Bright her­alds of the eter­nal will

Abroad His er­rands ye ful­fill;

Or

throned in floods of bea­my day

Symphonious in His pre­sence play.

Loud is the song

the heav­en­ly plain

Is shak­en with the chor­al strain;

And dy­ing ech­oes

float­ing far

Draw mu­sic from each chim­ing star.

But I amid your choirs shall shine

And all your know­ledge shall be mine:

Ye on your harps must lean to hear

A sec­ret chord that mine will bear.