1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
2 Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Let Thy Blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest!
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
5 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.
6 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me live Thy people's death.
|First Line:||Come, my soul, thy suit prepare|
|Author:||John Newton (1779)|
|Topic:||Worship: General Petitions; Quinquagesima Sunday; Sundays in Lent(2 more...)|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #60, #138 or #236|
|Notes:||Composer from index: R. Redhead, 1853|