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. 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. 6. 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. John Newton, 1779. 57 11s Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded; the Savior is here; Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2. Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened; how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in His pardoning blood? 3. Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4. Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of Grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the gloom of eternity’s night. 5. Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand; The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade; The dead, small and great, in the Judgment shall stand; What power then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid? T. Hastings, 1831. 58 7s Come, ye weary sinners, come, All who feel your heavy load; Jesus calls His wanderers home; Hasten to your pardoning God. 2. Come, ye guilty souls opprest, Answer to the Savior’s call: “Come, and I will give you rest; Come, and I will save you all.” 3. Jesus, full of truth and love, We Thy gracious call obey; Faithful let Thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away. 4. Fain we would on Thee rely, Cast on Thee our sin and care, To Thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there. 5. Lo, we come to Thee for ease: True and gracious as Thou art, How our weary souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart. Charles Wesley, 1746, a.