Verse 1
Approach my soul the mercy seat
Where Jesus answers prayer
There humbly fall before His feet
For none can perish there
Verse 2
Your promise is my only plea
With this I venture nigh
You call all burdened souls in need
And such O Lord am I
Verse 3
Bowed down beneath a load of sin
By Satan sorely pressed
By war without and fears within
I come to You for rest
Verse 4
You are my shield and hiding-place
And sheltered near Your side
I may my fierce accuser face
And tell him You have died
Verse 5
O wondrous love to bleed and die
To bear the cross and shame
That guilty sinners such as I
Might plead Your gracious name
Verse 6
"Poor soul, now tempest tossed, be still,
My promised grace receive."
'Tis Jesus speaks--I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.
