1  I come before Thy throne of grace

    With hungry heart on Thee to feed,

    Thy grace and mercy to receive

    To help me in this hour of need.

 2  Here I behold Thy radiant face,

    Its light upon my heart doth shine

    With healing rays consuming all

    The weaknesses and faults of mine.

 3  'Tis here Thy light illuminates

    My true condition unto me;

    'Tis here Thy blood's effectiveness

    To cleanse from sin I gladly see.

 4  Thy Spirit too anoints me here

    And makes Thy very substance mine;

    Thy very self I thus enjoy

    And know Thy very heart's design.

 5  Thy Word I read before Thee here

    E'en as the priests the lamp did light;

    Thy Spirit is as oil to me

    To light Thy Word and give me sight.

 6  E'en as the priests the incense burned,

    In prayer to Thee I persevere;

    As incense Thou the Spirit art

    Mixed with the prayer I offer here.

 7  Thy Word is light, Thy Word is food;

    Which doth enlighten and supply;

    I long to read and feed much more,

    For light and food to satisfy.

 8  Thou art the living water too

    Which full revival doth bestow;

    I wish to pray and drink e'en more

    That through me living rivers flow.

 9  Thou art the incense unto God,

    In Thee acceptance is complete;

    I want to pray yet more and more,

    To offer up this fragrance sweet.

 10  By reading I'm enlightened, filled,

    By prayer my thirst is quenched indeed;

    Thus Thou to me may be supplied,

    And Thou through me may meet the need.

 11  I long to have such fellowship,

    To read and pray and blend with Thee;

    I long that Thou wouldst saturate

    Till Thou may overflow from me.