Poem by Augustus Montague Toplady

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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. When Languor and Disease Invade
2. If, on a Quiet Sea, Toward Heaven We Calmly Sail
3. He Dwelleth in You
4. Shepherd Divine, Our Wants Relieve
5. Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace

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