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