Come, my soul, thy Suit Prepare
Come, my soul, thy suit pre-pare:
Je-sus loves to an-swer prayer;
He Him-self has bid thee pray,
There-fore will not say thee nay.
Thou art com-ing to a King,
Large pe-ti-tions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ev-er ask too much.
With my bur-den I be-gin:
Lord, re-move this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sin-ners spilt,
Set my con-science free from guilt;
Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take pos-ses-sion of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right main-tain,
And with-out a ri-val reign.
While I am a pil-grim here,
Let Thy love my spi-rit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my jour-ney's end;
Show me what I have to do,
Ev-ery hour my strength re-new:
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me die Thy peo-ple's death.