509    C.M.     D. Herbert
He shall call upon me, I will answer. Ps. 91. 15

1 Come, come, my soul, with boldness come,
  Unto the throne of grace;
  There Jesus sits to answer prayer,
  And shows a smiling face.

2 Our Surety stands before the throne,
  And personates our case;
  And sends the blessed Spirit down
  With tokens of his grace.

3 There’s not a groan, nor wish, nor sigh,
  But penetrates his ears;
  He knows our sins perplex and tease,
  And cause our doubts and fears.

4 But he upholds us with his arm,
  And will not let us fall;
  When Satan roars, and sin prevails,
  He hears our mournful call.

5 He knows we have no strength at all;
  He knows our foes are strong;
  But though ten thousand foes engage,

6 Then let us all unite and sing
  The praises of free grace;
  Those souls who long to see him now,
  Shall surely see his face.