11719 | The Cyber Hymnal#11720 | 11721 |
Text: | My Soul Lies Cleaving To The Dust |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Tune: | OLD MARTYRS |
Media: | MIDI file |
1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust;
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires and every lust
Turn off these eyes of mine.
2 I need the influence of Thy grace
To speed me in Thy way,
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.
3 When sore afflictions press me down,
I need Thy quickening powers;
Thy Word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
4 Are not Thy mercies sovereign still,
And Thou a faithful God?
Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heav’nly road?
5 Does not my heart Thy precepts love,
And long to see Thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move
Without enlivening grace!
6 Then shall I love Thy Gospel more,
And ne’er forget Thy Word,
When I have felt its quickening power,
To draw me near the Lord.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My soul lies cleaving to the dust |
Title: | My Soul Lies Cleaving To The Dust |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | CM |
Language: | English |
Source: | The Psalms of David, 1719 |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | OLD MARTYRS |
Meter: | CM |
Key: | d minor or modal |
Source: | Psalms (Edinburgh, Scotland: 1615) |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
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MIDI file: | Midi |
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