Text: | An Approach to the Mercy-Seat |
Author: | Newton |
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.]
6 [“Poor tempest-tossèd soul, be still;
My promised grace receive;
I’ll work in thee both power and will;
Thou shalt in me believe.”]
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First Line: | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat |
Title: | An Approach to the Mercy-Seat |
Author: | Newton |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Prayer and Watchfulness |