The Psalms of David ‎#P119p

P119p. My Soul lies cleaving to the Dust

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
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 119:40
  ;
  Psalm 119:156
  ;
  Psalm 119:107
  ;
  Psalm 119:37
  ;
  Psalm 119:25
  ;
  Psalm 119:93
• Topic: Quickening grace; Counsel and Support from God; Delight in Law of God; Desire: of quickening grace

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