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12. Approach, my soul, the mercy–seat
Hymn 12
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 ; 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 near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him, “Thou hast died.”
Oh 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 receive;” ’Tis JESUS speaks—I must, I will, I can, I do believe.