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(804) At the Throne.

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 Lord! I come to thee for rest,

Take possession of my breast;

There thy blood-bought right maintain,

And without a rival reign.

4 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.

John Newton, 1779.

The Privilege of Prayer.

What a friend we have in Jesus,

All our sins and griefs to bear;

What a privilege to carry

Ev'rything to God in prayer!

O what peace we often forfeit,

O what needless pain we bear,

All because we do not carry

Ev'rything to God in prayer!

2 Have we trials and temptations?

Is there trouble anywhere?

We should never be discouraged,

Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Can we find a friend so faithful,

Who will all our sorrows share?

Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness,

Take it to the Lord in prayer!

3 Are we weak and heavy laden,

Cumbered with a load of care?--

Precious Savior, still our refuge,--

Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?

Take it to the Lord in prayer;

In his firms he'll take and shield thee,

Thou wilt find a solace there.

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