Behold the throne of grace! <br />The promise calls me near; <br />There Jesus shows a smiling face, <br />And waits to answer prayer. <br /> <br />That rich atoning blood, <br />Which sprinkled round I see; <br />Provides for those who come to God, <br />An all-prevailing plea. <br /> <br />My soul ask what thou wilt, <br />Thou canst not be too bold; <br />Since his own blood for thee he spilt, <br />What else can he withhold. <br /> <br />Beyond thy utmost wants <br />His love and pow'r can bless; <br />To praying souls he always grants, <br />More than they can express. <br /> <br />Since 'tis the Lord's command, <br />My mouth I open wide; <br />Lord open thou thy bounteous hand, <br />That I may be supplied. <br /> <br />Thine image, Lord, bestow, <br />Thy presence and thy love; <br />I ask to serve thee here below, <br />And reign with thee above. <br /> <br />Teach me to live by faith, <br />Conform my will to thine; <br />Let me victorious be in death, <br />And then in glory shine. <br /> <br />If Thou these blessings give, <br />And wilt my portion be; <br />Cheerful the world's poor toys I leave, <br />To them who know not thee.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ask-what-i-shall-give-thee-iii/
