Latinised Hymns

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare:
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay.

Thou art coming to a King:
Large petitions with thee 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;
Be my guide, my guard, my friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.

J. Newton

Anima, preceris, et
sponte Christus adnuet;
nec preces respuerit,
qui precari docuit.

Parva dona ne petas,
quae ad Regem venias:
eius opes gratiae
possit nemo vincere.

Primum, Domine, precor:
tolle culpam qua gravor,
perque tua vulnera
solve noxae vincula.

Praebiturus otium
pectus occupa meum,
iusque partum sanguine
ibi solus exige.

Dum viator hic eam
te iuvare sentiam:
custos, dux, amicus sis,
adque metam vexeris.