“Whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in My name, He may give it you."-John 15: 16.
FATHER, I hear these promises
From Thy Son's lips of love,
Which tell me, with a child-like faith,
To seek Thy throne above;
My all-prevailing plea and claim,
The merits of my Savior's name.
But oft, through sin and unbelief,
I stagger while I hear;
Are all these promises for me?
And may I draw so near?
These words of love and grace divine,
May I embrace and call them mine?
One look at Jesus on the tree,
And Jesus on the throne;
At Him, who bled and died for me,
And worthy is alone;
Chases my gloomy doubts away,
And turns my darkness into day.
Thine only Son-Thy soul's delight,
Thou didst not spare for me
With Him, however vast or bright,
All other gifts are free:
Father, Thy promise I believe,
“Ask what Thou wilt, Thou shalt receive.”