Ap-proach, my soul, the mer-cy seat,
Where Je-sus ans-wers prayer;
There hum-bly fall be-fore His feet,
For none can per-ish there.
Thy prom-ise is my on-ly plea,
With this I ven-ture nigh;
Thou cal-lest bur-dened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
Bowed down be-neath a load of sin,
By Satan sore-ly pressed,
By war with-out and fears with-in,
I come to Thee for rest.
Be Thou my shield and hid-ing place,
That, shel-tered by Thy side,
I may my fierce ac-cus-er face,
And tell him Thou hast died!
O won-drous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guil-ty sin-ners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gra-cious name.
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