Vs 1
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 calls our burdened souls to Thee,
and such, O Lord, am I.

Chorus
Oh wondrous love!
Oh boundless grace!
Rejoice my soul forever,
Christ has made a way!

Vs 2
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.

Vs 3
O wondrous love, to bleed and die,
to bear the cross and shame,
that guilty sinners such as I,
might plead Thy gracious name.
The tempted soul He tells, “Be still,
My promised grace receive."
'Tis Jesus speaks; I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.