Approach, My Soul, the Mercy Seat

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 by 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.

Poor tem­pest toss­èd soul

be still;

My pro­mised grace re­ceive;

’Tis Je­sus speaks—I must

I will

I can

I do be­lieve.