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 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-tossed soul, be still; My promised grace receive; I’ll work in thee both power and will; Thou shalt in me believe. ~John Newton 1779~
Posted on: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 22:20:57 +0000
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