Olmitz

1I SEEK the mercy-seat,
Where thou dost answer prayer ;
There humbly fall before thy feet,
For none can perish there.

2Thy promise is my plea ;
With this I venture nigh ;
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed ;
By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4Be thou my hiding-place ;
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may rejoice to Jesus' grace,
In Jesus crucified.

5Oh, wondrous love ! to die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.