Come, my soul, thy suit prepare

Words: John Newton, alt.
Music: Fred & Ruth Coleman copyright 2010

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
And will never turn away.

You are 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 Your blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, Your rest to me impart,
Take possession of my heart;
There Your blood bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

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 am to do,
Every hour my strength renew:
I would have your will, not mine,
for it’s perfect, good, and kind.

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