By Dennis Blankenship
Father, lover of my soul,
How bless-ed be my case,
That due to Your own bless-ed Son
I now can see Your face.
To know that You’re forever there,
Upon Your throne of grace,
And I can now make my approach,
What a bless-ed resting place.
How desperate my condition,
If You’d turn Your back to me,
No longer I could talk to You,
If from me You would flee.
I’d lose my need for living,
All good and joy would go,
They’d follow You through heaven,
Leaving nothing here below.
But that could never happen,
Impossible you see,
The approach is always open
Because of Calvary.
My God is always for me,
Even when I stray,
And my life will some day be complete
On that eternal day.
For now in faith I trust Him
As I yield to run the race,
And I have His kind assurance
I will always see His face.
“To the praise of the glory of His grace, wherein He hath made us accepted in the beloved.” (Ephesians 1:6)
