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.