1 There is a spot of consecrated ground,
Where brightest hope and holiest joys are found:
’Tis named (and Christians love the well-known sound)
The throne of grace.

2 ’Tis here a calm retreat is always found;
Perpetual sunshine gilds the sacred ground;
Pure airs and heavenly odors breathe around
The throne of grace.

3 Saviour! the sinner's friend, our hope, or all!
Here teach us humbly at thy feet to fall;
Here on thy name with love and faith to call
For pardoning grace.

4 Ne’er let the glory from this spot remove,
Till, numbered with thy ransomed flock above,
We cease to want, but never cease to love
The throne of grace.