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.