Come, my soul, thy suit prepare;
Verse 1
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He Himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Lord, I come to Thee for rest; Take possession of my breast; There Thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign.
Verse 4
As the image in the glass Answers the beholder's face, Thus unto my heart appear, Print Thine own resemblance there.
Verse 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.
