“Ask what I shall give thee.” 1 Kings 3. 5
J. Newton 7s
1
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee, Nay.
2
[Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3
With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin;
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.]
4
Lord, I come to thee for rest;
Take possession of my breast;
There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
5
As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder’s face,
Thus unto my heart appear;
Print thy own resemblance there.
6
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.
7
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.
