Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare,
Jesus Loves To Answer Prayer;
He Himself Has Bid Thee Pray,
Rise And Ask Without Delay.

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;
Every Hour My Strength Renew;
Let Me Live A Life Of Faith;
Let Me Die Thy People’s Death.

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