Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, br Jesus loves to answer prayer; br He Himself has bid thee pray, br Therefore will not say thee nay. br br Thou art coming to a King, br Large petitions with thee bring; br For His grace and pow'r are such br None can ever ask too much. br br With my burden I begin: br Lord, remove this load of sin! br Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, br Set my conscience free from guilt. br br Lord, I come to Thee for rest, br Take possession of my breast; br There Thy blood-bought right maintain br And without a rival reign. br br As the image in the glass br Answers the beholder's face, br Thus unto my heart appear; br Print Thine own resemblance there. br br While I am a pilgrim here, br Let Thy love my spirit cheer; br As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, br Lead me to my journey's end. br br Show me what I have to do; br Every hour my strength renew. br Let me live a life of faith; br Let me die Thy people's death.