1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer pray'r.
He Himself has bid thee pray,
rise and ask without delay.
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 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;
ev'ry hour my strength renew;
let me live a life of faith;
let me die Thy people's death.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #276
|First Line:||Come, my soul, thy suit prepare|
|Author:||John Newton (1779)|
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare. J. Newton. [Prayer.] Appeared in the Olney Hymns, 1779, Book i., No. 31, in 7 stanzas of 4 lines, and in later editions of the same. It was included in some of the older collections, and is still in extensive use in Great Britain and America, sometimes in full, and again in an abbreviated form. Original text as above, aud in Lyra Britannica, 1867.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)