Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,Jesus loves to answer prayer;He Himself has bid thee pray,Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King,Large petitions with thee bring;For His grace and power are suchNone can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin:Lord, remove this load of sin;Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to Thee for rest,Take possession of my breast;There Thy blood-bought right maintainAnd without a rival reign.

While I am a pilgrim here,Let Thy love my spirit cheer;As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,Lead me to my journey’s end.

Show me what I have to do,Every hour my strength renew;Let me live a life of faith,Let me die Thy people’s death.