379    7s     John Newton
“Ask what I shall give thee.” 1 Kings 3. 5

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

2 [Thou art coming to a King;
  Large petitions with thee bring;
  For his grace and power are such,
  None can ever ask too much.

3 With my burden I begin;
  Lord, remove this load of sin;
  Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
  Set my conscience free from guilt.]

4 Lord, I come to thee for rest;
  Take possession of my breast;
  There thy blood-bought right maintain,
  And without a rival reign.

5 As the image in the glass
  Answers the beholder’s face,
  Thus unto my heart appear;
  Print thy own resemblance there.

6 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.

7 Show me what I have to do;
  Every hour my strength renew;
  Let me live a life of faith;
  Let me die thy people’s death.