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 split, What else can He withhold?

Beyond thine utmost wants, His love and power 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.