440t Beulah
Lord, I approach Thy mercy seat, Where Thou dost answer pray'r; 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 wars without and fears within, I come to Thee for rest. |