1 Come, my soul, with ev'ry care,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself bids you to pray,
Therefore will not turn away.

2 You are coming to your King,
Large petitions with you bring;
For his grace and pow'r are such
None can ever ask too much.

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

4 Lord, your rest to me impart,
Take possession of my heart;
There your blood-bought right maintain
And without a rival reign.

5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let your love my spirit cheer;
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

6 Show me what I am to do;
Ev'ry hour my strength renew.
Let me live a life of faith;
Let me die your people's death.