A Sunday Hymn

Help My Unbelief

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 make it soft.

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 murmer at it still.

Help my unbelief. Help my unbelief. Help my unbelief.

My help must come from Thee.

- John Newton, 1725-1807

Chorus:Clint Wells

We sang this hymn at church today. I think it beautifully highlights our complete inability to make ourselves right with God. Even repentance is a gift. I needed to pray this hymn today. I would, but cannot...Jesus, I need You to change my heart and turn it toward You. Mercifully grant me repentance and love for You according to Your will.