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John Newton & William Cowper · 34 of 356

33. Behold the throne of grace!

Hymn 33

Behold the throne of ! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer prayer.

That rich 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.