Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи)

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Refining Fuller, make me clean,
On me thy costly pearl bestow:
Thou art thyself the pearl I prize,
The only joy I seek below.

Disperse the clouds that damp my soul
And make my heart unfit for thee:
Cast me not off, but seal me now
Thine own peculiar property.

Look on the wounds of Christ for me,
My sentence graciously reprieve:
Extend thy peaceful sceptre, Lord,
And bid the dying traitor live.

Tho' I've transgress'd the rules prescrib'd
And dar'd the justice I adore,
Yet let thy smiling mercy say,
Depart in peace, and sin no more.

1. Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
2. God of Love
3. Desiring to Be Given up to God
4. Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart
5. Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness

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