1 My Soul lies cleaving to the Dust;
Lord, give me Life divine;
From vain Desires, and ev'ry Lust
Turn off these Eyes of mine.
2 I need th' 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 quick'ning Pow'rs;
Thy Word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest Hours.
4 Are not thy Mercies sov'reign 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 enliv'ning Grace!
6 Then shall I love thy Gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy Word,
When I have felt its quick'ning Pow'r,
To draw me near the Lord.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | My Soul lies cleaving to the Dust |
| Title: | Prayer for quickening Grace |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1740 |
| Scripture: | ; ; P; ; ; |
| Topic: | Quickening grace; Counsel and Support from God; Delight in Law of God (1 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |