Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:Jesus loves to answer prayer;He Himself has bid thee pray,Therefore will not say thee nay;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;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;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;And without a rival reign.As the image in the glassAnswers the beholder s face;Thus unto my heart appear,Print Thine own resemblance there,Print Thine own resemblance there.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;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;Let me die Thy people s death.
