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 war without, and fear 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!