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John Newton - Ask What I Shall Give Thee (III)
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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 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.
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