I know the Lord is nigh,
And would but cannot pray,
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away,
And frights my soul away.
I would but can’t repent,
Though I endeavor oft;
This stony heart can ne’er relent
Till Jesus makes it soft,
Till Jesus makes it soft.
Help my unbelief.
Help my unbelief.
Help my unbelief.
My help must come from Thee.
I would but cannot love,
Though wooed by love divine;
No arguments have power to move
A soul as base as mine.
A soul so base as mine.
I would but cannot rest,
In God’s most holy will;
I know what He appoints is best,
And murmur at it still.
I murmur at it still.
Help my unbelief.
Help my unbelief.
Help my unbelief.
My help must come from Thee.
(Help My Unbelief. Taken from the Gadsby Hymnal #278. Words: John Newton, 1725-1807. Chorus and music by Clint Wells, 2005.)
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Weary of earth, myself, and sin
Dear Jesus, set me free,
And to Thy glory take me in,
For there I long to be.
Let a poor laborer here below,
When from his toil set free;
To rest and peace eternal go;
For there I long to be.
Burdened, dejected and oppressed,
Ah! Whither shall I flee,
But to Thy arms for peace and rest?
For there I long to be.
Let a poor laborer here below,
When from his toil set free;
To rest and peace eternal go;
For there I long to be.
Empty, polluted, dark and vain,
Is all this world to me;
May I the better world obtain;
For there I long to be.
Let a poor laborer here below,
When from his toil set free;
To rest and peace eternal go;
For there I long to be.
(Weary of Earth, Myself and Sin, Taken from the Gadsby Hymnal #386. Words: Samuel Medley, 1738-1799. Music: Brian T. Murphy, 2005.)
2 comments ↓
I love those songs. And Clint Wells is my best friend’s husband. I love saying that.
Those are my two favorite from the record. They definitely describe where I’m at as well, and apparently a lot of other people. It’s always good to know you’re not struggling alone, you know?
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