Text: | The Throne of Grace |
1 Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jesus shews his smiling face,
And waits to answer pray'r.
2 That rich atoning blood
Which, sprinkled round I see,
Provides for those who come to GOD,
An all-prevailing plea.
3 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?
4 Thine image, Lord, bestow,
Thy presence and thy love;
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above.
5 Teach me to live by faith,
Conform my will to thine;
Let me victorious be in death,
And then in glory shine.
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First Line: | Behold the throne of grace |
Title: | The Throne of Grace |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | The Christian Life |