Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
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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. |
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. |