Ask what I shall give thee.1Ki 3:5
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, Ps 81:10
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 peoples death.