388    C.M.     John Newton
An Approach to the Mercy-Seat. Ps. 32. 5-7

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.”]