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 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;
be my guide, my guard, my friend,
lead me to my journey’s end.