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Poem by Augustus Montague Toplady


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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


Augustus Montague Toplady's other poems:
  1. Encompassed with Clouds of Distress
  2. Great God, Whom Heaven, and Earth and Sea
  3. When Languor and Disease Invade
  4. Thee, Father, We Bless
  5. O Thou That HearТst the Prayer of Faith


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