Come, my soul, thy suit prepare;

Jesus loves to answer prayer;

He himself has bid thee pray,

Therefore will not say thee, Nay.

Thou art 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 thy blood, for sinners spilt,

Set my conscience free from guilt.

Lord, I come to thee for rest;

Take possession of my breast;

There thy 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 have to do;

Every hour my strength renew;

Let me live a life of faith;

Let me die thy people's death.

Holy Father, Holy Son,

And Holy Spirit, Three in One!

Glory, as of old, to thee,

Now, and evermore shall be.

Amen.