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Hymn #217: Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare

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217 (7.7.7.7.) John Newton

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare;

Jesus loves to answer prayer;

He Himself has bid thee pray,

Therefore will not say thee nay.

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.

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.

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.

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