Oh blessed refuge, this mercy seat
for from its station I find relief --

And carry no more, my sin and shame,
but rest them on His finished claims.

My sins they swallow, whelm, and gale,
but Christ He rose, and tore the veil.

My entrance now is set and sure,
and leaves my cowering here no more.

His love it draws, and restrains my heart;
it straightens every crooked part,

and since now only my dim eyes see
the mercy of His majesty,

I am drawn and betwixt no two,
for His goodness He has shown anew.