Ask What I Shall Give Thee

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.

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.