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Rock of Ages: Augustus Toplady

 

    The year was 1756 and a young man of England visited his mother in Ireland. While there, he attended evangelistic services being held in a barn in the small village of Codymain. Here, at sixteen, he was converted. He testified: "Strange that I, who had so long sat under the means in England, should be brought right unto God in an obscure part of Ireland, midst a handful of people met together in a barn, and by the ministry of one who could hardly spell his own name. Surely it was the LOrd's doing, and is marvelous." Two years after this event, "Rock of Ages" was published for the first time in The Gospel Magazine, of which Toplady was the editor.

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     Mrs. L.S. Bainbridge, a missionary to China, shared the following: "The Chinese women, it seems, are so anxious to 'make merit' for themselves, that they will perform any labor to escape the painful transmigrations of the next life. They dread to be born again as dogs or cats, and the highest hope possessed by them is to be reborn as men. In order to secure this, they do any and every meritorious act. One woman had excavated with her poor, weak hands a well twenty feet deep, and it was only after this achievement that she learned of the free gospel of salvation. She was now a woman of eighty, and, stretching out her aged and crippled fingers, we sang together, "Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling."

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 pow'r.
 
Not the labours of my hands,
Can fulfil thy laws demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow;
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone.
 
 
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 thy fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
 
While I draw this fleeting breath,
While me eyestrings break in death;
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment throne;
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.


 Melody Publications’ focus is to reawaken the melody of truth in believers' hearts and minds at home and abroad. Our prayer is that our work would aid churches and families as they sing "Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs" in praise and worship to our God.
 

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