GRH 368 Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare

(1)
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare;
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
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 pow’r are such,
None can ever ask too much.

(3)
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.

(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)
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.