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Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи)


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Bowed with a sense of sin, I faint
Beneath the complicated load;
Father, attend my deep complaint,
I am Thy creature, Thou my God.

Though I have broke Thy righteous law,
Yet with me let Thy Spirit stay;
Thyself from me do not withdraw,
Nor take my spark of hope away.

Mercy unlimited is Thine;
God of the penitent Thou art;
The saving power of blood divine
Shall ease the anguish of my heart.

Then let not sin my ruin be,
Gives me in Thee my rest to find:
Jesus, the sick have need of Thee,-
Thou great Physician of mankind.

In my salvation, Lord, display
The triumphs of abounding grace;
Tell me my guilt is done away,
And turn my mourning into praise.

Then shall I add my feeble song
To theirs who chant Thy praise on high,
And spread with an immortal tongue
Thy glory through the echoing sky. 



Augustus Montague Toplady's other poems:
  1. O Thou That Hear’st the Prayer of Faith
  2. Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
  3. Thee, Father, We Bless
  4. A Debtor To Mercy Alone
  5. Encompassed with Clouds of Distress


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