Behold the throne of grace
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Behold the throne of grace!The promise calls me near;There Jesus shows a smiling face,And waits my prayer to hear.
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That rich atoning blood,Which sprinkled round I see,Provides for those who come to GodAn all-prevailing plea.
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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?
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Thine image, Lord, bestow,Thy presence and thy love;I ask to serve thee here below,And reign with thee above.
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Teach me to live by faith;Conform my will to thine;Let me victorious be in death,And then in glory shine.