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