Lyrics
Approach my soul, the mercy seat
Where Holy One and helpless meet
There fall before my Judges' feet
Thy promise is my only plea, O God
Send wings to lift the clutch of sin
You who dwell between the cherubim
From war without and fear within
Relieve the grief from the shoulders of crumbling men
O God—Pour out your mercy to me
My God, Oh what striking love to bleed.
Fashion my heart in your alchemy
With the brass to front the devil's perjury
And surefire grace my Jesus speaks
I must. I will. I do believe. O Lord.
O God—Pour out your mercy to me
My God, Oh what striking love to bleed.
O God—Pour out your mercy to me
My God, Oh what striking love to bleed.
Approach my soul, the mercy seat
Where Holy One and helpless meet
There fall before my Judges' feet
Thy promise is my only plea, O God