Poem by Augustus Montague Toplady

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Father of love, to thee I bend
My heart, and lift mine eyes;
O let my pray'r and praise ascend
As odours to the skies.

Thy pard'ning voice I come to hear,
To know thee as thou art:
Thy ministers can reach the ear,
But thou must touch the heart.

O stamp me in thy heav'nly mould,
And grant thy word appl'd
May bring forth fruit an hundred fold
And speak me justify'd.

1. Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace
2. When Languor and Disease Invade
3. Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
4. Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
5. There Is Mercy with Thee

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