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. When Languor and Disease Invade
2. Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace
3. Amplest Grace in Thee I Find
4. Your Harps, Ye Trembling Saints
5. Lord, Save Us, We Perish

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