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 pow­er 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.

As the im­age in the glass

Answers the be­hold­er’s face;

Thus un­to my heart ap­pear

Print Thine own re­sem­blance there.

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.