J. Newton

C.M.

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

Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame,

That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead Thy gracious Name.