Poem by Augustus Montague Toplady

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Lord, let me not thy courts depart,
Nor quit thy mercy-seat,
Before I feel thee in my heart,
And there the Saviour meet.

Water the seed in weakness sown,
And ever more improve:
Make me a garden of thine own;
May ev'ry flow'r be love!

O send my soul in peace away;
For both my Lord hath bought:
And let my heart, exhulting, say,
I've found the pearl I sought!

1. Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
2. Amplest Grace in Thee I Find
3. Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness
4. If, on a Quiet Sea, Toward Heaven We Calmly Sail
5. Bowed with a Sense of Sin

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