459. Come, My soul, Thy Suit Prepare

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 pow'r 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 As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder’s face,
Thus unto my heart appear;
Print Thine own resemblance there.

6 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.

7 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.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Title: Come, My soul, Thy Suit Prepare
Author: John Newton (1779)
Meter: 7.7.7.7.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1941
Scripture:
Topic: Prayer
Tune Information
Name: VIENNA
Composer: Justin H. Knecht (1797)
Meter: 7.7.7.7.
Key: G Major



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