J Newton
COME, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
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Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
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With my burden I begin:
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Thy blood, for sinners shed,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
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Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
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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.
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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.