Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#CXIXp

CXIXp. Prayer for quickening Grace

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 heavenly 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

• First Line: My soul lies cleaving to the dust
• Title: Prayer for quickening Grace
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1785
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:25
  ;
  Psalm 119:37
  ;
  Psalm 119:107
  ;
  Psalm 119:156
  ;
  Psalm 119:40
  ;
  Psalm 119:159
  ;
  Psalm 119:93
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Sixteenth Part

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