Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 33

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33.
Another.

1 Behold the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, And waits to answer pray'r.
2 That rich atoning blood Which sprinkled round I see ​Provides for those who come to GodAn all-prevailing plea.
3 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?
4 Beyond thy utmost wants His love and power can bless; To praying souls he always grants More than they can express.
5 Since 'tis the Lord's command, My mouth I open wide; Lord, open thou thy bounteous hand,That I may be supplied.
6 Thine image, Lord, bestow, Thy presence and thy love; I ask to serve thee here below, And reign with thee above.
7 Teach me to live by faith, Conform my will to thine; Let me victorious be in death, And then in glory shine.
8 If thou these blessings give, And wilt my portion be, Cheerful the world's poor toys I leave To them who know not thee.

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