Hymnal: The Psalms of David #CXIXp (1780) Scripture: Psalm 119:37 First Line: My soul lies cleaving to the dust Lyrics: 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 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 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. Languages: English
Prayer for quickning Grace