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 we 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 own blood for thee He spilt,

What else can He withhold?

Beyond thy utmost wants

His love and pow’r can bless;

To praying souls He always grants,

More than they can express.

Thine image, Lord, bestow,

Thy presence and Thy love;

I ask to serve Thee here below,

And reign with Thee above.