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I would, but cannot, sing

Author: John Newton Hymnal: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #523 Lyrics: 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, Though I endeavor oft; This stony heart can ne’er relent Till Jesus makes it soft. 3. I would, but cannot, love, Though loved by love divine; No arguments have pow’r to move A soul so base as mine. 4. I would, but cannot, rest In God’s most holy will; I know what he appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still. 5. Oh, 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, Though 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 the will, afford me strength In all thy ways to run? Topics: Powerlessness; Sinfulness Languages: English Tune Title: WEST JEFFERSON

I would, but cannot, sing

Author: John Newton Hymnal: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #523a Lyrics: 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, Though I endeavor oft; This stony heart can ne’er relent Till Jesus makes it soft. 3. I would, but cannot, love, Though loved by love divine; No arguments have pow’r to move A soul so base as mine. 4. I would, but cannot, rest In God’s most holy will; I know what he appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still. 5. Oh, 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, Though 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 the will, afford me strength In all thy ways to run? Topics: Powerlessness; Sinfulness Tune Title: ST. THOMAS

I Would, but Cannot Sing

Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3155 Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. I would, but cannot sing, Guilt has untuned my voice; The serpent sin’s envenomed sting Has poisoned all my joys. 2. I know the Lord is nigh, And would, but cannot, pray; For Satan meets me when I try, And frights my soul away. 3. I would but can’t repent Though I endeavor oft; This stony heart can ne’er relent Till Jesus make it soft. 4. I would but cannot love, Though wooed by love divine; No arguments have pow’r to move A soul so base as mine. 5. I would, but cannot rest In God’s most holy will; I know what He appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still! 6. Oh could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would, but cannot, Lord relieve, My help must come from Thee! 7. But if indeed I would, Though I can nothing do, Yet the desire is something good, For which my praise is due. 8. By nature prone to ill, Till Thine appointed hour I was as destitute of will, As now I am of pow’r. 9. Wilt Thou not crown, at length, The work Thou hast begun? And with a will, afford me strength In all Thy ways to run. Languages: English Tune Title: SOUTHWELL (Daman)

I would, but cannot sing

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #291 (1828) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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' wooed by love divine; No arguments have pow'r to move A soul so base as mine. 4 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! Topics: Inconstancy lamented; Supplication for the divine mercy Scripture: Romans 7:19

The Good that I would I do not

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CXXXI (1791) First Line: I would but cannot sing Lyrics: 1 I would, but cannot sing, Guilt has untun'd my Voice, The Serpent sin's envenom'd Sting Has poison'd all my Joys. 2 I know the Lord is nigh, And would, but cannot pray; For Satan meets me when I try, And frights my Soul away. 3 I would, but can't Repent, Tho' I endeavor oft; This stony Heart can ne'er relent 'Till Jesus makes it soft. 4 I would, but cannot Love, Tho' woo'd by Love Divine; No Arguments have pow'r to move A Soul so base as mine. 5 I would, but cannot rest In God's most holy Will; I know what he appoints is best, Yet Murmur at it still. 6 Oh could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would, but cannot; Lord relieve; My Help must come from thee! 7 But if indeed I wou'd, Tho' I can nothing do; Yet the Desire is something good, For which my Praise is due. 8 By Nature prone to Ill, Till thine appointed Hour, I was as destitute of Will, As now I am of Pow'r. 9 Wilt thou not Crown, at length, The Work thou hast begun? And with a Will afford me Strength, In all thy Ways to run. Topics: Fall of Man, or Depravity of Humna Nature Languages: English

Complaining—The Good that I would, I doanot

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCIX (1792) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: I would, but cannot sing Lyrics: 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 endeavour 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 pow'r to move A soul so base as mine. 4 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. Topics: The Christian; Christian Complaining of sin and inconstancy; Complaint Of inability to do good; Conflict; Inability to God complained of Scripture: Romans 7:19 Languages: English

Complaining,-- The good that I would I do not

Hymnal: Divine Hymns or Spiritual Songs, for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians #C (1802) First Line: I would, but cannot sing Lyrics: 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. Scripture: Romans 7:19 Languages: English

Complaining

Hymnal: Society hymns, original and selected on evangelical and experimental subjects #XIII (1790) First Line: I would, but cannot sing Lyrics: 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 endeavour 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 pow'r to move A soul so base as mine. 4 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, Though 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? Languages: English