1 Come, my soul, with ev'ry care;
Jesus loves to answer prayer.
He himself bids you to pray
And will never turn away.
2 You are coming to a 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.
Source: Christian Worship: a Lutheran hymnal #409