An Approach to the Mercy-Seat. Ps. 32. 5-7
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.
Thy promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
Bowed down beneath a load of sin;
By Satan sorely pressed;
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
Be thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him thou hast died.
[O wondrous love! to bleed and die;
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.]
[“Poor tempest-tossèd soul, be still;
My promised grace receive;
I’ll work in thee both power and will;
Thou shalt in me believe.”]