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. Desiring to Be Given up to God
2. Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart
3. What Though I Cannot Break My Chain
4. Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
5. Object of My First Desire

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