318- Come, My soul
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare!
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He Himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.
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 sovereign right maintain,
And without a rival reign.