145b. 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 may.

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.

3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin:
Let Thy blood for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

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.

6 Show me what I have to do,
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me live Thy people's death.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Title: Come, my Soul, thy Suit Prepare
Author: John Newton, 1725-1807 (1779)
Meter: 7 7, 7 7.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1901
Topic: Worship
Notes: Second Tune
Tune Information
Name: WEBER (SEYMOUR)
Composer: Carl M. von Weber, 1786-1826 (1826)
Meter: 7 7, 7 7.



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