Ask What I Shall Give Thee

I

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

II

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

III

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

IV

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

V

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

VI

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:

VII

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.