Song Collection

Behold the throne of grace! The promise calls me 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 thine 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. Teach me to live by faith; conform my will to thine; let me victorious be in death, and then in glory shine.