10,10,10,10

The effort.

Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat

Sprinkled with blood, where JESUS answers prayer;

There humbly cast thyself, beneath his feet,

For never needy sinner perished there.

Lord, I am come! thy promise is my plea,

Without thy word I durst not venture nigh;

But thou hast called the burdened soul to thee,

A weary burdened soul, O Lord, am I!

Bowed down beneath a heavy load of sin,

By Satan's fierce temptations sorely pressed,

Beset without, and full of fears within,

Trembling and faint I come to thee for rest.

Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding-place,

I know no force can tear me from thy side;

Unmoved I then may all accusers face,

And answer every charge, with, "JESUS died."

Yes, thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, and die,

Well hast thou known what fierce temptations mean;.

Such was thy love, and now, enthroned on high,

The same compassions in thy bosom reign.

Lord give me faith -- he hears -- what grace is this!

Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve:

He shows me what he did, and who he is,

I must, I will, I can, I do believe.