A. M. Toplady
A DEBTOR to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing;
Nor fear to draw near to Thy throne,
My person and offerings to bring.
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The wrath of a sin-hating God
With me can have nothing to do;
My Savior’s obedience to blood
Hides all my transgressions from view.
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The work which His goodness began,
The arm of His strength will complete;
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet.
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Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below or above,
Can make Him His promise forego,
Or sever my soul from His love.
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My name from the palms of His hands
Eternity will not erase:
Impressed on His heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace.
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And I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy, but not more secure,
When glorified with Him in heaven.