442 Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,

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!