1 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?

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 Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move,
Without enliv'ning grace!

4 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,
When I have felt its quickening pow'r,
To draw me near the Lord.