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John Newton - Ask What I Shall Give Thee (I)
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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.
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