Augustus Montague Toplady (4 November 1740–11 August 1778 / Surrey, England)
Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
Grace, ’tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to mine ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Grace first inscribed my name
In God’s eternal book;
’Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.
Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
Grace taught my soul to pray
And made mine eyes o’erflow;
’Twas grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.
Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
O let Thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine
My all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.
Augustus Montague Toplady's Other Poems
- A Debtor to Mercy Alone
- Bowed With a Sense of Sin
- Deathless Principle! Arise
- Desiring to Be Given up to God
- Father of Love, to Thee I Bend
- Fountain of Never-Ceasing Grace
- God of Love
- Grace, 'Tis a Charming Sound
- He Dwelleth in You
- Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness
- How Vast the Benefits Divine
- Hymn of Sovereign Grace
- If, on a Quiet Sea
- In Sickness
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