Still Throned in Heav’n

Still throned in Heav’n

to men in un­be­lief

Christ spreads His hands all day;

They scan His claims

give judg­ment cold and brief

And fear­less turn away.

Once more

O peer­less mys­te­ry of grace!

Thy sweet ap­peal re­new;

Light up dark minds; win souls to Thine em­brace;

High forts of doubt sub­due.

Speak

till the sons of peace

with hearts un­seared

Led by that voice of Thine

Find Him each day more glo­ri­ous

more en­deared

Christ hu­man

Christ di­vine.