XCIX | Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians#C | CI |
1 I would, but cannot sing,
I would, but cannot pray;
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.
2 I would but can't repent,
Tho' I endeavor oft;
This stony heart can ne'er relent,
'Till Jesus makes it soft.
3 I would but cannot love,
Tho' woo'd by love divine;
No arguments have power 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.
5 O could I but believe!
Then all would easy be;
I would but cannot--Lord, relieve;
My help must come from thee!
6 But if indeed I would,
Tho' I can nothing do;
Yet the desire is something good,
For which my praise is due.
7 By nature prone to ill,
'Till thine appointed hour,
I was as destitute of will,
As now I am of power.
8 Wilt thou not crown at length,
The work thou hast begun?
And with a will afford me strength,
In all thy ways to run.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | I would, but cannot sing |
Title: | Complaining,-- The good that I would I do not |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1802 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |