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 war 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!