I Would, But.

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.

penned by John Newton

All The Time

God is good, all the time.
He puts a song of praise in this heart of mine.

The events of today constituted a powerful reminder of how good my good God is.

Just a couple of days ago, Mdm. Reena, from the laboratory, imparted words to me as well, which resonate (up till today) so strongly in my heart. These were the words: Remember, dom, however big something might be, our God is bigger.

Indeed, God is good, all the time.

More of God

More of God; Less of Self.

Remember that, dom.

Charming Fears

O for a thousand tongues to sing,

My Great Redeemer's praise.

The Glories of my God and King,

The triumphs of His grace!

My Gracious Master and my God,

Assist me to proclaim,

To spread through all the earth abroad

The honors of Thy name.

Jesus! The name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease;

'Tis music in the sinner's ears,

'Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of cancelled sin,

He sets the prisoner free;

His blood can make the foulest clean;

His blood availed for me.

He speaks, and listening to His voice,

New life the dead receive;

The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,

The humble poor believe.

Hear Him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,

Your loosened tongues employ;

Ye blind, behold your Savior come,

And leap, ye lame, for joy!

In Christ, your head, you then shall now,

Shall feel your sins forgiven;

Anticipate your heaven below,

And own that love is heaven.

- Charles Wesley (1740)

It's fourteen more days to the International Baccalaureate Diploma Programme (IBDP) November session examinations. Let Jesus, the name that charms [my] fears, take His place in the driving seat.

Fragility

A dear friend's mother passed away recently. Life - so brittle; so fragile - is often taken for granted and is almost abused in fact, by our human extremities. What are we doing with our lives today? (Some food for thought, perhaps)