Come My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
he himself has bid thee pray,
therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King,
large petitions with thee bring;
for his grace and pow'r are such,
none can ever ask too much.

With my burden I begin:
“Lord, remove this load of sin;
let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
set my conscience free from guilt.

“Lord, I come to thee for rest,
take possession of my breast;
there thy blood-bought right maintain,
and without a rival reign.

“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.

“Show me what I have to do,
ev'ry hour my strength renew:
let me live a life of faith,
let me die thy people's death.”
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Text by John Newton, 1779