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.

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

As the image in the glass Answers the beholder's face, Thus unto my heart appear, Print Thine own resemblance there.

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.