Behold the throne of grace!
The promise calls us near
To seek our God and Father’s face.
Who loves to answer prayer.
The promise calls us near
To seek our God and Father’s face.
Who loves to answer prayer.
That rich atoning blood,
Which sprinkled round we see,
Provides for all who come to God
An all-prevailing plea.
Beyond our utmost wants
His love and power can bless;
To praying souls He always grants
More than they can express.
Since ’tis the Lord’s command,
Our mouth we’ll open wide:
Lord, open Thou Thy bounteous hand
That we may be supplied.