Text: | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare |
Author: | J. Newton |
Tune: | BRASTED |
Composer: | P. Weimer |
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 die Thy people's death.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare |
Author: | J. Newton |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1920 |
Topic: | General |