Another

I

  Behold the throne of grace!
  The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shows a smiling face,
  And waits to answer pray’r.

II

  That rich atoning blood
  Which sprinkled round I see
Provides for those who come to God
  An all-prevailing plea.

III

  My soul, ask what thou wilt⁠—
  Thou canst not be too bold;
Since his own blood for thee he spilt,
  What else can he withhold?

IV

  Beyond thy utmost wants
  His love and power can bless;
To praying souls he always grants
  More than they can express.

V

  Since ’tis the Lord’s command,
  My mouth I open wide;
Lord, open thou thy bounteous hand,
  That I may be supplied.

VI

  Thine image, Lord, bestow,
  Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
  And reign with thee above.

VII

  Teach me to live by faith,
  Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
  And then in glory shine.

VIII

  If thou these blessings give,
  And wilt my portion be,
Cheerful the world’s poor toys I leave
  To them who know not thee.