Refining Fuller, make me clean, <br />On me thy costly pearl bestow: <br />Thou art thyself the pearl I prize, <br />The only joy I seek below. <br /> <br />Disperse the clouds that damp my soul <br />And make my heart unfit for thee: <br />Cast me not off, but seal me now <br />Thine own peculiar property. <br /> <br />Look on the wounds of Christ for me, <br />My sentence graciously reprieve: <br />Extend thy peaceful sceptre, Lord, <br />And bid the dying traitor live. <br /> <br />Tho' I've transgress'd the rules prescrib'd <br />And dar'd the justice I adore, <br />Yet let thy smiling mercy say, <br />Depart in peace, and sin no more.<br /><br />Augustus Montague Toplady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refining-fuller-make-me-clean/
