The Effort

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 wars 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; 'Tis Jesus speaks--I must, I will, I can, I do, believe.