Thy Throne of grace is the pleasure ground of my soul.
Here I obtain mercy in time of need,
here see the smile of thy reconciled face,
here joy pleads the name of Jesus,here I sharpen the sword of the Spirit,
anoint the shield of faith,
put on the helmet of salvation,
gather manna from thy Word,
am strengthend for each conflict,
nerved for the upward race,
empowered to conquer every foe;;
as the fountainhead of descending blessings,I marvel at my insensate folly, that
as the wide open flood-gate of mercy.
with such enriching favours within my reachHave mercy upon my deadness for thy Name's sake.
I am slow to extend the hand to take them
Quicken me, stir me, fill me with holy zeal.
Strengthen me that I may cling to thee
and not let thee go.
May they Spirit within me draw all blessings
from thy hand.
When I advance not, I backslide.
Let me walk humbly because of good omitted
and evil done.
Impress on my mind the shortness of time,
the work to be engaged in,May I never forget that
the account to be rendered,
the nearness of eternity,
the fearful sin of despising thy Spirit.
thy eye always sees,May I never give thee rest until Christ is
thy ear always hears,
thy recording hand always writes.
the pulse of my heart
the spokesman of my lips,
the lamp of my feet.
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