A debtor to mercy alone, of covenant mercy I sing; Nor fear, with Thy righteousness on, my person and off’ring to bring. The terrors of law and of God with me can have nothing to d…
The exotically named Augustus Montague Toplady was an 18th century Anglican minister, poet and hymn writer who penned the famous hymn Rock of Ages which, of course, is still sung today all over the world. As a dedicated Calvinist he was bitterly opposed to the views of John Wesley, the co-founder of the Methodist church. Toplady was born on the 4th November 1740 in the Surrey town of Farnham. It is believed that his father originated from County Wexford, Ireland and he died when Augustus was very young. His mother set up a new home for them in Westminster and the boy attended school there up to the age of 15. Then they were on the move again, this time to Dublin, and Augustus was enrolled into Trinity College for a five year period. Soon after arriving at Trinity he heard a sermon that was given by a Methodist preacher and it is recorded that this was the event that was effectively his calling from God. Toplady thus became a follower of Methodism but within a few years changed his views, having read works by a 17th century preacher named Thomas Manton. Calvinism was his preferred faith from then on. A year before graduating from Trinity College he published his first collection of poems, called Poems on Sacred Subjects (1759). As soon as his time at Trinity was up Toplady, once again accompanied by his mother, returned to Westminster and he soon fell under the influence of a number of Calvinist ministers such as William Romaine and George Whitefield. In 1762 Toplady was ordained as an Anglican deacon by the Bishop of Bath and Wells and took up the position of curate in the small Somerset town of Blagdon. Within a year he had written the famous Rock of Ages and there is an interesting local legend surrounding the hymn. It is said that he was caught in a thunderstorm while out walking in large ravine called Burrington Combe, close to his home, and he took shelter under a huge overhanging rock. Historians have cast doubt on the authenticity of this but, reading the text of the hymn, one can easily imagine the inspiration that a deeply religious man might gain from such an event. A rock that has been “cleft” just for him, big enough to hide inside [under], protecting him from the storm. Here is the hymn: He was ordained as a priest in 1764 and this necessitated his living in London for two years but he soon returned to the south west, taking up a post in Devon. Curiously this position had been purchased for him, an action which he objected to, so he moved to another one, also in Devon. He remained as vicar of the small village of Broadhembury until his early death although he was absent from his post during the last two years of his life. Although it had started cordially, Toplady’s relationship with John Wesley became more and more bitter as time went by. They each published work which offended the other until eventually, in a letter written in 1770, Wesley said: Augustus Montague Toplady died of tuberculosis on the 11th August 1778, aged just 37.
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Bowed with a sense of sin, I faint Beneath the complicated load; Father, attend my deep complaint, I am Thy creature, Thou my God.…
That my heart was right with thee, And lov'd thee with a perfect love! O that my Lord would dwell in me, And never from his seat remove!…
Father of love, to thee I bend My heart, and lift mine eyes; O let my pray'r and praise ascend As odours to the skies.…
Fountain of never ceasing grace, Thy saints’ exhaustless theme, Great object of immortal praise, Essentially supreme;…
God of love, whose truth and grace Reach unbounded as the skies, Hear thy creature's feeble praise, Let my ev'ning sacrifice…
Grace, ’tis a charming sound, Harmonious to mine ear; Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.…
Saviour, I thy word believe, My unbelief remove; Now thy quick'ning Spirit give, The unction from above;…
Holy Ghost! dispel our sadness; Pierce the clouds of nature's night. Come, Thou source of joy and gladness, Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light.…
How vast the benefits divine which we in Christ possess! We are redeemed from guilt and shame and called to holiness. But not for works which we have done, or shall hereafter do, H…
Formed for thyself, and turned to thee, Thy praises, Lord , I show; No more, with sacrilegious pride, I rob thee of thy due.…
If, on a quiet sea, toward heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee, We’ll own the favoring gale, With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee,…
Jesus, since I with thee am one, Confirm my soul in thee, And still continue to tread down The man of sin in me.…
Jesus, by whose grace I live, From the fear of evil kept, Thou has lengthen'd my reprieve, Held in being while I slept.…
Lord, let me not thy courts depart, Nor quit thy mercy-seat, Before I feel thee in my heart, And there the Saviour meet.…
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