Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
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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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With my burden I begin:—Lord! remove this load of sin;Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,Set my conscience free from guilt.
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Lord! I come to thee for rest,Take possession of my breast;There, thy sovereign right maintain,And, without a rival, reign.
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While I am a pilgrim here,Let thy love my spirit cheer;Be 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.