Have I Done Any Good? (Arr. D. Zabriskie for Choir) - BYU Combined Choirs & Rosalind Hall

For what we have done and left undone We fall on Your countless mercies For sins that are known and those unknown We call on Your name so holy For envy and pride, for closing our eyes For scorning our very neighbor In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For what You have done, Your life of love You perfectly lived, we praise You Though tempted and tried, You fixed Your eyes You finished the work God gave You And there on the tree, a King among thieves You bled for a world's betrayal You loved to the end, our merciful friend How pure and forever faithful Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For hearts that are cold for seizing control For scorning our very Maker In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us

But with joy wend your way. Though hard to you this journey may appear, Grace shall be as your day. 'Tis better far for us to strive Our useless cares from us to drive; Do this, and joy your hearts will swell-- All is well! All is well! 'Tis not so; all is right. Why should we think to earn a great reward If we now shun the fight? Gird up your loins; fresh courage take. Our God will never us forsake; And soon we'll have this tale to tell-- All is well! All is well! Far away in the West, Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid; There the Saints will be blessed. We'll make the air with music ring, Shout praises to our God and King; Above the rest these words we'll tell-- All is well! All is well! Happy day! All is well! We then are free from toil and sorrow, too; With the just we shall dwell! But if our lives are spared again To see the Saints their rest obtain, Oh, how we'll make this swell-- All is well! All is well! Text: William Clayton, 1814-1879

Alas my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously: For I have loved you so long Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. Your vows you've broken, like my heart Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady greensleeves.