Behold the Throne of Grace

Behold the throne of grace!

The pro­mise calls us near;

There Je­sus shows a smil­ing face

And waits to an­swer pray­er.

That rich aton­ing blood

Which sprin­kled round I see;

Provides for those who come to God

An all pre­vail­ing plea.

My soul

ask what thou wilt

Thou canst not be too bold;

Since His on blood for thee He spilt

What else can He with­hold?

Beyond thy ut­most wants

His love and pow­er can bless;

To pray­ing souls He al­ways grants

More than they can ex­press.

Since ’tis the Lord’s com­mand

My mouth I op­en wide;

Lord op­en Thou Thy boun­teous hand

That I may be sup­plied.

Thine im­age

Lord

be­stow

Thy pre­sence and Thy love;

I ask to serve Thee here be­low

And reign with Thee ab­ove.

Teach me to live by faith

Conform my will to Thine;

Let me vic­tor­ious be in death

And then in glo­ry shine.

If Thou these bless­ings give

And wilt my por­tion be;

Cheerful the world’s poor toys I leave

To them who know not Thee.