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 war without, and fear 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 Oh, 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 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christians: their life and experience; Prayer |
Notes: | Author from index: Newton |