374		CM
	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 soul, now tempest tossed, be still,     My promised grace receive.’ ’Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will,     I can, I do believe.
	John Newton, 1725-1807