Thou Art Coming to a King
Here’s a hymn from John Newton that is worth reading and praying aloud several times (and returning to often):
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare: Jesus loves to answer prayer; He Himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee nay; Therefore will not say thee nay.
Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring; For His grace and power are such, None can ever ask too much; 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; 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; 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; 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; 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; Let me die Thy people's death.