Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there.

Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh;

Thou callest burdened souls to thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.

Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed,

By war without, and fears within,

I come to thee for rest.

Be thou my shield and hiding-place;

That, sheltered near thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him, thou hast died!

O wondrous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,

That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead thy gracious Name.

O Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore,

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.

Amen.