Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
Your promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh;
You call out burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.
Be Thou my shield and hiding place,
That, sheltered near Your side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, You have died.
O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners such as I,
Might plead Your gracious Name!