Yes, that really is what they are singing

Lyrics in popular music can often turn out to be not quite what you thought. Sometimes they really are,  however. I've been listening to an early Norah Jones track with the Peter Malick Group - Things you don't have to do - for some time now and just subliminally taking in the reference to Benny Hinn but then wondering if I was imagining it.. I just checked and it really is there.

Bill, doesn't call me anymore

I hear, he's found religion.

He's watchin' Benny Hinn

With a big blonde-haired apprentice beautician.

All the words and gesticulations that came before,

They don't seem to mean a thing

You can feel fine to drop a dime

If you're ever hanging by a string.

Ain't it just a little scary sometimes

To find the lies that you know to be true

Find you smiling about

Things you don't have to do

Things you don't have to do

Another bit of Rev Gary Davis

Give me a heart to love
Unto that home, that home above
Give me the mind to go all of the way.
Give me a firm heart to pray,
Helping some soul each day,
Give me a voice to sing my prayer.

Give me a heart to love
Unto that home, that home above
Give me the mind to go all of the way.
Give me a firm heart to pray,
Helping some soul each day,
Give me a voice to sing my prayer.

Give me a help-ing hand
That I may firm, the firmer stand,
Give me the prayers of the Lord every day.
Give me that saving power,
Filling me every, every hour
Give me the strength for all of my way.

Give me a heart to love
Unto that home, that home above
Give me the mind to go all of the way.
Give me a firm heart to pray,
Helping some soul each day,
Give me a voice to sing my prayer.

Give me a might to do,
As long as my strength endure,
Give me a heart to be honest and true.
Give me a song to sing,
Praising my hol- , the holy name,
Give me a life to live for you

Give me a heart to love
Unto that home, that home above
Give me the mind to go all of the way.
Give me a firm heart to pray,
Helping some soul each day,
Give me a voice to sing my prayer.

(The original Youtube video is no longer there though you cn hear the song - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTZ7FxgpFXE)

Seven Good Joys

There are various versions of this pre-Reformation hymn. Here's an acceptable one

The first good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of one,
To see the blessed Jesus Christ
When he was first her son,
When he was first her son, good man,
And blessed may he be,
Both father, son, and Holy Ghost
Through all eternity.

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of two,
To see her own son Jesus Christ
To make the lame to go.
To make the lame to go, good man,
And blessed may he be, etc

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of three,
To see her own son Jesus Christ
To make the blind to see. ...

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of four,
To see her own son Jesus Christ
To read the Bible o'er. ...

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of five,
To see her own son Jesus Christ
To bring the dead alive. ...

The next good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of six,
To see her own son Jesus Christ
Upon the crucifix. ...

The last good joy that Mary had,
It was the joy of seven,
To see her own son Jesus Christ
To wear the crown of heaven. ...

Various folk singers have tackled it. I like the Kate Rusby version.

Lyrics London

I couldn't find these elsewhere so worked them out for myself. Yet another "miseries of being on tour" song then.

I am gonna call that number,
I don't really mean
To wake you from your slumber
While England is asleep.
The hotel is just like yesterday's,
And the city has no name.
It just stands there in a grey haze,
And my room is the same.

Well, I’m gonna call that number,
So far across the sea,
I wish I was in London,
That’s where I wanna be.

I love it when you miss me,
And I'm unhappy too.
Oh please don't you forget me
I am so in love with you.
Yeah, it won't be long now
And even though I know
I seem to leave my heart behind me
Every time I go.

Well, I’m gonna call that number,
So far across the sea,
I wish I was in London,
That’s where I wanna be.

Well, I feel so tired and lonely
I'm thinking of you, lover,
I wish you could console me
May be when it's over ...

I am gonna call that number,
Though I don't really mean
To wake you from your slumber
While England is asleep.
And the hotel is just like yesterday's,
And the city has no name,
It just stands there in a grey haze,
And my room is, my room is the same.

I’m gonna call that number,
So far across the sea,
I wish I was in London,
That’s where I wanna be.