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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. Ere I call, the answer comes,
Bringing peace 'mid earth's alarms,
God my inmost thought doth read;
|: Yes, his grace is all I need. :|
6. As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder’s face;
Thus unto my heart appear,
|:Print Thine own resemblance there,:|
7. 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; :|
8. 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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10. Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
|: Rise and ask without delay; :|
11. Lord, I bring my burdens all,
On thy name in faith I call;
Trusting in the blood once spilt
|: For release from all my guilt. :|
12. Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There thy sov'reign right maintain,
|: And without a rival reign ;
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13. When I come to thee for rest,
With thy favor I am blest,
Lord, thy blood-bought right maintain,
|: And without a rival reign. :|