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 burden'd souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press'd,
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my Shield and Hiding-place,
That, shelter'd 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.
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First Line: | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |