Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи)

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What though I cannot break my chain
Or e’er throw off my load,
The things impossible to men
Are possible to God.

Who, who shall in Thy presence stand,
Or match omnipotence;
Unfold the grasp of Thy right hand
And pluck the sinner thence?

Faith to be healed I fain would have,
O might it now be given;
Thou canst, thou canst the sinner save,
And make me meet for Heav’n.

Bound down with twice ten thousand ties,
Yet let me hear Thy call;
My soul in confidence shall rise,
Shall rise and break through all.

Thou canst o’ercome this heart of mine,
Thou wilt victorious prove;
For everlasting strength is Thine,
And everlasting love.

1. Refining Fuller, Make Me Clean
2. Desiring to Be Given up to God
3. Lord, Let Me Not Thy Courts Depart
4. Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
5. Amplest Grace in Thee I Find

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