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Behold the Throne of grace!
The promise calls me near:
There Jesus shows a smiling face
And waits to answer prayer.
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?
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.
The promise calls me near:
There Jesus shows a smiling face
And waits to answer prayer.
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?
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.
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