Come, My Soul

1Come, my soul, thy suit prepare!
Jesus loves to answer pray'r;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

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

3Lord,
I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There,
Thy sovereign right maintain,
And without a rival reign.