Lord, I Approach Thy Mercy Seat

Lord

I ap­proach

Thy mer­cy seat

Where Thou dost an­swer pray­er;

There hum­bly fall be­fore Thy 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

my hid­ing place

That

shel­tered near Thy side

I may my fierce ac­cus­er face

And tell him Thou hast died.