Trembling Before Thine Awful Throne (EN 1373)

EN 1373 Trembling Before Thine Awful Throne

Ps.89.14

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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.

2

The Savior smiles; upon my soul

New tides of hope tumultuous roll;

His voice proclaims my pardon found,

Seraphic transport wings the sound.

3

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.

4

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.

5

Bright heralds of the eternal Will,

Abroad His errands ye fulfill;

Or, throned in floods of beamy day,

Symphonious in His presence play.

6

Loud is the song, the heavenly plain

Is shaken with the choral strain;

And dying echoes, floating far,

Draw music from each chiming star.

7

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.

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