Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints ETERNITY—Henry John Gauntlett AHIRA—Henry W. Greatorex OLMUTZ—Composer Unknown (arr. Lowell Mason) Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints 1 Your harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine, Bid ev’ry string awake. 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home; And nearer to our house above We every moment come. 3 His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come Shall