Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Words: John Newton, 1780
Tune: Song 13
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 such,
none 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 maintain,
and without a rival reign.
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.
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!