Ask What I Shall Give Thee (I)

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.

Olney Hymn # 31, vol. 1.