Approach, My Soul, the Mercy Seat

The effort by John Newton


 * 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 war without and fears within,
 * I come to Thee for rest.


 * Be Thou my Shield and hiding Place,
 * That, sheltered by 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 tossed soul, be still;
 * My promised grace receive”;
 * ’Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will,
 * I can, I do believe.