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6. But tears of joy must ever flow For Jesus' wondrous love;
And when I leave this world below, I’ll sing his praise above.
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AWAKE, and sing the song
XXX. PRAYER AND SUPPLICATION.
588. T. 582. BEHOLD the throne of grace, The promise calls me near,
There Jesus shows his cheering face, And waits to answer prayer.
2. That rich, atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides for those who come to God An all-prevailing plea. 3. My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee was 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 That I may be supplied. (hand, 6. My soul, believe and pray, Without a doubt believe: Whate'er we ask in God's own way, We surely shall receive.
7. Here stands the promise fair,
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COME, my soul, thy suit prepare,