Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare

Ask what I shall give thee by John Newton


 * 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.


 * As the image in the glass
 * Answers the beholder’s face;
 * Thus unto my heart appear,
 * 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.


 * 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.