Thy Throne, Blessed Savior of all,
is highly exalted in the heavens above.
Holy and Pure, my words can’t describe it:
the seat of your Power and Love.
Lord, I long to know you more,
your Peace, Purity, Power, Glory and Grace.
All, on the cross that you freely gave,
Father, come and take me to your Throne.
My tongue can’t recount all your goodness,
too much, too marvelous you’ve been to me.
So help me forever to give you praise,
and to worship at your Throne.
When in prayer I bend my knees,
calling on your Holy and Blessed Name,
while the world beckons me to cease,
Lord, help me tarry at your Throne.
When strength fails me for the fight,
and I’m pushed to the end of my rope,
when hopes’ day turns to a night,
Savior, give me Grace from your Throne.
What can I give, for all you’ve given,
but you desire neither silver nor gold.
So here am I in all Surrender,
Make my Heart thy Royal Throne.
And when the end of time is come,
when this world, hell and death shall pass away
Whenever you’ll blow your last trump,
count me worthy of your throne.
Copyright March 24, 2003, Tokunbo Ajewole