Lord, I approach, Thy mercy seat, Where Thou dost answer prayer; There humbly fall before Thy 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, my hiding Place, That, sheltered near Thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him Thou hast died.