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1
Lord, it seems That I fail and fail again. I see Your face, But then the veils return again. Emotion’s stirred, but there’s no change in me. I’m living in my soul; I have to learn A little more, each day, O Lord, to turn.
DLord,
it
D-Bm
seems
That I
Em
fail
and fail
a
Em-A
gain.
I see Your
D-Bm
face,
But then the
G
veils
return
a
G-A
gain.
E
F♯m
motion's
Bm
stirred,
but
F♯
there's
no change in
Bm
me.
I'm
C
living
in my
G
soul;
I have to
A
learn
A
Em
little
more, each
A
day,
O Lord, to
D
turn.
2
Lord, I know That I’ve truly seen You, but The vision fades; I look away to other things. Remind me, Lord, reveal Yourself to me, That from my idols I would be set free. A little more, each day, I want to see.
Lord, I know
That I've truly seen You, but
The vision fades;
I look away to other things.
Remind me, Lord, reveal Yourself to me,
That from my idols I would be set free.
A little more, each day, I want to see.
DLord,
I
D-Bm
know
That I've
Em
truly
seen You,
Em-A
but
The vision
D-Bm
fades;
I look
G
away
to other
G-A
things.
F♯mRemind
me,
Bm
Lord,
F♯
reveal
Yourself to
Bm
me,
That
C
from
my idols
G
I
would be set
A
free.
A
Em
little
more, each
A
day,
I want to
D
see.
3
Lord, my mind Is occupied with many things— This thorny age, With all of its anxieties. My faith is weak; I’m caught up in my cares. I need to learn to tell it all to You! A little more, each day, my mind renew.
Lord, my mind
Is occupied with many things—
This thorny age,
With all of its anxieties.
My faith is weak; I'm caught up in my cares.
I need to learn to tell it all to You!
A little more, each day, my mind renew.
DLord,
my
D-Bm
mind
Is
Em
occupied
with
Em-A
many
things—
This thorny
D-Bm
age,
With all of
G
its
anxieties.
My
F♯m
faith
is
Bm
weak;
I'm
F♯
caught
up in my
Bm
cares.
I
C
need
to learn to
G
tell
it all to
A
You!
A
Em
little
more, each
A
day,
my mind
D
renew.
4
Lord, my will Is resistant to Your touch. Disarm me, Lord; Don’t let me win against Your grace. I turn my eyes and see Your patient love— What can I do but stop and come to You? A little more, each day, my will subdue.
Lord, my will
Is resistant to Your touch.
Disarm me, Lord;
Don't let me win against Your grace.
I turn my eyes and see Your patient love—
What can I do but stop and come to You?
A little more, each day, my will subdue.
DLord,
my
D-Bm
will
Is
Em
resistant
to Your
Em-A
touch.
Disarm me,
D-Bm
Lord;
Don't let me
G
win
against Your
G-A
grace.
I
F♯m
turn
my
Bm
eyes
and
F♯
see
Your patient
Bm
love—
What
C
can
I do but
G
stop
and come to
A
You?
A
Em
little
more, each
A
day,
my will
D
subdue.
5
Lord, I pray, Make me desperate for You. Keep drawing me And training me to hear Your voice. Lord, even though my progress is so slow, You’re by my side; You will not let me go. A little more, each day, I’d love You so. A little more, each day, and I will grow.