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174 8 Lord, though we are but feeble worms, Yet since thy word is past, We ll venture through a thousand storms, To see thy face at last.

1 I WOULD, but cannot sing, Guilt has untuned 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, Though I endeavour oft; This stony heart can ne er relent Till Jesus make it soft.

4 I would, but cannot love, Though woo d by love divine : No arguments have power 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 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.