1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer pray'r;
He himself has bid thee pray,
Rise and ask without delay.

2 With my burden I begin,
Lord, remove this load of sin!
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.

3 Lord! I come to thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

4 As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder's face;
Thus unto my heart appear,
Print thine own resemblance there.

5 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.

6 Shew me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,
Let me live the people's death.