Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#258

258. A prayer for quickening grace

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.

Text Information

• First Line: My soul lies cleaving to the dust
• Title: A prayer for quickening grace
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• 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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