Christ My Song - 111
The Throne of his Glory – as snow it is white - Hymn for Advent
(William Augustus Muhlenberg/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
Hymn for Advent.
"Then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory."
1. The Throne of his Glory – as snow it is white,
upborne in the air by the legions of Light,
and startled to life by the trumpet's last sound,
the hosts of the nations stand waiting around.
2. The Throne of his Glory – there lieth unsealed
the life-roll, the death-roll, of names ne'er revealed,
now secret no longer: the millions divide
to the right and the left, on the throne's either side.
3. The Throne of his Glory – and glorious there stand
the elect of his love, and the sheep of his hand,
while, dark on his left, shrunk away from his face,
the lost ones that sought not the Throne of his Grace.
4. The Throne of his Glory – my poor trembling soul!
Oh, what, when arraigned there, thy dread shall control
of that doom of the exiled, "Ye cursed depart,"
for ever, and ever, to toll on the heart.
5. From thy Father an exile? Thy home never see?
No, child of his mercy, unchanging and free,
ere creation began, in the counsels of love,
he wrote thee an heir of his kingdom above.
William Augustus Muhlenberg, I would not live alway, 1860, 25-26.