Come, my soul, your suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer pray'r,
How can Jesus turn away
Those whom he commands to pray.

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

Show me, Lord, what I must do;
Ev'ry hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith;
Let me die thy people's death.

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.