Augustus Montague Toplady (Огастус Монтегю Топледи)

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Amplest grace in Thee I find,
Friend and Savior of mankind,
Richest merit to atone
For our sins before the throne.

Well might wondering angels cry,
"Glory be to God on high,
Peace on earth, good will to men,
Lost mankind is found again."

Join, my soul, their holy song,
Emulate the brighter throng,
Hail the everlasting Word,
Welcome thy descending Lord.

Grace unequalled, love unknown!
Jesus lays aside His crown,
Clothes Himself with flesh and blood,
Takes the manhood into God.

1. Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace
2. When Languor and Disease Invade
3. Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
4. Lord, Save Us, We Perish
5. Bowed with a Sense of Sin

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