14. Ask What I Shall Give Thee

1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer pray'r
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 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 Shew me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me live the people's death.

Text Information
First Line: Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Title: Ask What I Shall Give Thee
Language: English
Publication Date: 1803
Notes: Now Public Domain.
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