Behold the Throne of Grace

Ask what I shall give thee by John Newton


 * 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.


 * 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.