FATHER of mercies, at thy feet,
We trembling, yet adoring stand;
Though worthless, we are sure to meet
A kind reception at thy hand.
2 Close by thy side, and on thy throne,
Sits Jesus, our high priest and king,
Whose merits spread a rich perfume,
O’er all the services we bring.
3 There as our Surety he appears,
With all our names upon his breast,
Mingles his incense with our prayers,
And thus obtains what we request.
4 With joy we see the mercy seat
Sprinkled with his atoning blood:
And in our glorious Head complete,
Dare to approach a holy God.