Hymn 187 - Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Verse 1
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer pray'r. He Himself has bid thee pray,rise and ask without delay.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
Lord! I come to Thee for rest,take possession of my breast;there Thy blood-bought right maintain,and without a rival reign.
Verse 4
As the image in the glass Answers the beholder's face Thus unto my heart appear Print Thine own resemblance there
Verse 5
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.