Praying for Quickening Grace. Ps. 119. 20, 25, 37, 40
I. Watts C.M.
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 my 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.
