1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray;
Rise and ask without delay.
2 With my burden I begin:
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
3 Lord, I come to Thee for rest;
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy sov'reign right maintain
And without a rival reign.
4 Show me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy people's death.
|First Line:||Come, my soul, thy suit prepare|
|Title:||Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare|
|Author:||John Newton (1779)|
|Meter:||7 7 7 7|
|Topic:||The Means of Grace: Penitence|