B y G eorge H all (B. I. ’22)
Before Thy throne, 0 Lord, all things are possible.' Holy ambitions rise, Faith cleaves the darkened skies, Peace reigns and discord dies, Before Thy throne.
Before Thy throne, 0 Lord, all things are possible. My weakness wings its flight, Transmuted into might, Darkness is turned to light, Before Thy throne.
Before Thy throne, O Lord, all things are possible. I lisp that sacred Name, My cold heart feels the flame, In life the Saviour reigns, Before Thy throne.
Before Thy throne, 0 Lord, all things are possible. M y feeble faith grows strong, Right triumphs over wrong, Sighing is changed to song, Before Thy throne.
Before Thy throne, 0 Lord, all things are possible. Here proud ambitions lay, All self is burned away, I cry, "Lord, H A V E TH Y W A Y ,” Before Thy throne. Before Thy throne, O Lord, all things are possible. F A ITH leaps to seize the prize, HOPE views the sundered skies, LOVE triumphs and self dies, Before Thy throne.
Before Thy throne, O Lord, all things are possible. Spirit with spirit meets, Down at Thy blessed feet, In Him I stand complete, Before Thy throne.
Before Thy throne, O Lord, all things are possible. 0 what a soothing balm, What an infinite calm, Dispels my soul’s alarm, Before Thy throne.
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