By A Collection of Hymns

      7s.
      1 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare,
      Jesus loves to answer prayer;
      He himself has bid thee pray,
      Therefore will not say thee nay.

      2 Thou art coming to a King,
      Large petitions with thee bring;
      For his grace and power are such,
      None can ever ask too much.

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

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

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

      6 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.