Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, <br />Jesus loves to answer prayer; <br />He Himself has bid thee pray, <br />Therefore will not say thee nay. <br /> <br />Thou art coming to a King, <br />Large petitions with thee bring; <br />For His grace and pow'r are such <br />None can ever ask too much. <br /> <br />With my burden I begin: <br />Lord, remove this load of sin! <br />Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt, <br />Set my conscience free from guilt. <br /> <br />Lord, I come to Thee for rest, <br />Take possession of my breast; <br />There Thy blood-bought right maintain <br />And without a rival reign. <br /> <br />As the image in the glass <br />Answers the beholder's face, <br />Thus unto my heart appear; <br />Print Thine own resemblance there. <br /> <br />While I am a pilgrim here, <br />Let Thy love my spirit cheer; <br />As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, <br />Lead me to my journey's end. <br /> <br />Show me what I have to do; <br />Every hour my strength renew. <br />Let me live a life of faith; <br />Let me die Thy people's death.<br /><br />John Newton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ask-what-i-shall-give-thee-i/
