Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers pray’r;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there—
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—
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—
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"—
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—
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—
I can, I do believe
O wondrous love, to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name
O wondrous love, to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name—
Might plead Thy gracious name.
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers pray’r;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there—
For none can perish there.
Alex Vitug (keys and vocals), George McArthur (drums), Jonathan Olson (engineer), Kevin Timmons (bass), Luke Morton (guitar and vocals)
Words: John Newton, 1779. Music: Luke Morton, 2019.
Recorded live on Sunday, March 10th at the 10:30a service.
