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 wars 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!

6.

"Poor tempest tossed soul, be still;

My promised grace receive;"

'Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will,

I can, I do believe.