A. M. Toplady

L.M.

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.