COME, my soul, your plea prepare; Jesus loves to answer prayer; He Himself has bid you pray, Therefore will not turn away.
You are coming to a King; Large petitions with you bring; For His grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much.
With my burden I begin: Lord, remove this load of sin; Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt.
Lord, I come to Thee for rest; Take possession of my breast; There Thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign.
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.
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.
John ewton, 1725-1807