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I Would, but Cannot Sing
05:47
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I Would, But Cannot Sing
Verses by John Newton
Chorus by Andy Guy
I would, but cannot sing,
Guilt has untuned my voice;
The serpent sin’s envenomed sting
Has poisoned all my joys.
I know the Lord is nigh,
And would, but cannot, pray;
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.
I would but can’t repent
Though I endeavor oft;
This stony heart can ne’er relent
Till Jesus make it soft.
Chorus:
Lay me down
Pick me up
Carry me on Thy strong back
I would but cannot love,
Though wooed by love divine;
No arguments have pow’r to move
A soul so base as mine.
I would, but cannot rest
In God’s most holy will;
I know what He appoints is best,
Yet murmur at it still!
Oh could I but believe!
Then all would easy be;
I would, but cannot, Lord relieve,
My help must come from Thee!
Chorus:
Lay me down
Pick me up
Carry me on Thy strong back
But if indeed I would,
Though I can nothing do,
Yet the desire is something good,
For which my praise is due.
By nature prone to ill,
Till Thine appointed hour
I was as destitute of will,
As now I am of pow’r.
Wilt Thou not crown, at length,
The work Thou hast begun?
And with a will, afford me strength
In all Thy ways to run.
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How Tedious
05:22
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How tedious and tasteless the hours
When Jesus I no longer see;
Sweet prospects, sweet birds and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me;
The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay.
But when I am happy in Him,
December’s as pleasant as May.
Chorus:
It is not well
It is not well
It is not well with my soul
Content with beholding His face,
My all to His pleasure resigned,
No changes of season or place
Would make any change in my mind:
While blessed with a sense of His love,
A palace a toy would appear;
All prisons would palaces prove,
If Jesus would dwell with me there.
Chorus:
It is not well
It is not well
It is not well with my soul
Dear Lord, if indeed I am Thine,
If Thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
O drive these dark clouds from the sky,
Thy soul cheering presence restore;
Or take me to Thee up on high,
Where winter and clouds are no more.
Chorus:
It is not well
It is not well
It is not well with my soul
Make it well
Make it well
Make it well with my soul
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Quiet Lord
04:28
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Quiet, Lord my froward heart,
Upright simple free from art,
Make me as a weaned child
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee.
Make me teachable and mild,
What thou shalt today provide,
What tomorrow may betide,
Let me as a child receive,
Tis enough that Thou wilt care,
Why should I the burden bear?
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave
As a little child relies
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
On a care beyond his own;
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard and Guide
Fears to stir a step alone
Thus preserved from Satan's wiles,
May I live upon Thy smiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears;
When the sons of God shall prove,
All their Father's boundless love,
Till the promised hour appears
Chorus: Quiet Lord My froward Heart
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Physician of my sin sick soul
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control.
and heal me by thy grace.
Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but thine.
I would disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully pain
That worst distemper, sin.
It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
A palsy in my head.
It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame;
And over clouds, and fills my mind,
With folly, fear, and shame.
A thousand evil thoughts intrude
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,
And rob my feet of rest.
Lord I am sick, regard my cry,
And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee?
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Hymn 37
05:10
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Sweeter sounds than music knows
Charm me, in Emmanuel’s name
All her hopes my spirit owes
to his birth, and cross, and shame.
When he came the angel sang
“Glory be to God on high,”
Lord, unloose my stamm’ring tongue
Who should louder sing than I.
Chorus:
Sing O come O come Emmanuel,
All them prophets and preachers
Your story they gonna tell
Sing O come O come Jesus
Through the sky
Make sure we don’t meet sins demise
Did the Lord a man become
That He might the law fulfill,
Bleed and suffer in my room,
And canst thou my tongue, be still.
No I must my praises bring,
Tho’ they worthless are and weak;
For should I refuse to sing
Sure the very stones would speak.
Chorus:
Sing O come O come Emmanuel,
All them prophets and the preachers and them worship leaders
Your story they gonna tell
Sing O come O come Jesus
Through the sky
Make sure we don’t meet sins demise
O my Saviour, Shield, and Sun,
Shepherd, Brother, Husband, Friend,
Ev’ry precious name in one,
I will love thee without end.
Chorus:
Sing O come O come Emmanuel,
All them prophets and the preachers and them worship leaders
Your story they gonna tell
Sing O come O come Jesus
Through the sky
Make sure we don’t meet sins demise
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