1 Come, my soul, with every care;
Jesus loves to answer prayer.
He Himself bids you to pray
and will never turn away.
You are coming to a king--
large petitions with you bring,
For His grace and power are such,
none can ever ask too much.
2 With my burden I begin:
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let Your blood, for sinners spilt,
set my conscience free from guilt.
Lord, your rest to me impart;
take possession of my heart.
There Your blood-bought right maintain
and without a rival reign.
3 While I am a pilgrim here,
let Your love my spirit cheer.
As my guide, my guard, my friend,
lead me to my journey's end.
Show me what I am to do;
every hour my strength renew.
I would have Your will, not mine;
for it's perfect, good, and kind.
