Hymns and sacred poems: on a variety of divine subjects : comprising the whole of the poetical remains of the Rev. Augustus M. Toplady : with a sketch of his life and poetry

Front Cover
D. Sedgwick, 1860 - 174 pages
2 Reviews
 

What people are saying - Write a review

User Review - Flag as inappropriate

When seeking honest poetry, expressing honest truths from God's holy Word, Augustus Toplady and his poetry are among the best.

Selected pages

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 163 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 141 - My name from the palms of his hands Eternity will not erase ; Impress'd on his heart it remains, In marks of indelible grace : Yes ! I to the end shall endure, As sure as the earnest is given ; More happy, but not more secure, The glorified spirits in heaven.
Page 163 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to Thy Cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the Fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyestrings break in death, When I soar through tracts unknown, See Thee on Thy Judgment- throne ; Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee...
Page 131 - I pray God your whole spirit, and soul, and body, be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. 24 Faithful is he that calleth you, who also will do it.
Page ii - God in the world; but now in Christ Jesus ye who sometimes were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ.
Page 163 - Sweet to look inward, and attend The whispers of his love : Sweet to look upward, to the place Where Jesus pleads above.
Page 156 - I may stand. 429 1 YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take ; Loud to the praise of love divine Bid every string awake. 2 Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home ; And nearer to our house above We every moment come. 3 His grace will to the end Stronger and brighter shine ; Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the spark divine.
Page 154 - ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress, Just ready all hope to resign, I pant for the light of thy face, And fear it will never be mine. Dishearten'd with waiting so long...
Page 163 - Thy law's demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Page 164 - Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, That, when my change shall come, Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home.

Bibliographic information