1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He that bids us humbly pray
Sends us not unblessed away.

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