1. Approach, my soul, the mercy seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. | 2. Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh; Thou callest burdened souls to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. | 3. Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed, By wars without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. | 4. Be thou my shield and hiding place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, Thou hast died. | 5. O wondrous love! to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead thy gracious name! | 6. "Poor tempest tossed soul, be still; My promised grace receive;" 'Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will, I can, I do believe. | |