Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;

1 Kings 3:5

      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 I 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.

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

      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.

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

~ John Newton

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