| Song | Thou Saviour From Thy Throne |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
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| Tags | Thou Saviour From Thy Throne |
| Theme(s) | Prayer And Social Meetings |
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Thou, Saviour, From Thy Throne On High,
Enrobed With Light, And Girt With Power,
Dost Note The Thought, The Prayer, The Sigh,
Of Hearts That Love The Tranquil Hour.
Oft Thou Thyself Didst Steal Away,
At Eventide, From Labor Done,
In Some Still Peaceful Shade To Pray,
Till Morning Watches Were Begun.
Thou Hast Not, Dearest Lord, Forgot
Thy Wrestlings On Judea’s Hills;
And Still Thou Lovest The Quiet Spot
Where Praise The Lowly Spirit Fills.
Now To Our Souls, Withdrawn Awhile
From Earth’s Rude Noise, Thy Face Reveal,
And, As We Worship, Kindly Smile,
And For Thine Own Our Spirits Seal.
To Thee We Bring Each Grief And Care,
To Thee We Fly While Tempests Lower;
Thou Wilt The Weary Burdens Bear
Of Hearts That Love The Tranquil Hour.
