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John Newton - The Good That I Would I Do Not
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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. 

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! 

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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