None can ever ask too much

Once upon a time (before we asked Google all our questions), in an island country on the other side of the world, a co-worker who knew my love of hymns, called on a landline phone (in the era before we texted) to ask if I knew the hymn with the phrase below, which he had heard quoted on a sermon tape:

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;

I counted the meter, and then reached for my ever-ready hymnal, turned to the dog-eared indices, and looked up each hymn that fit the meter, reading each stanza until I found those words.

The hymn, "Come, My Soul, Thy Suit Prepare," quickly became a favorite!  (Devotional thoughts are here, along with links to Cyber Hymnal, where you can hear the melody and read the stanzas.)

A few weeks ago in prayer meeting, our pastor strongly encouraged us to keep praying and to pray boldly, and immediately I longed to sing:

Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For His grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.