11720. My Soul Lies Cleaving To The Dust

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 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 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: My Soul Lies Cleaving To The Dust
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: CM
Language: English
Source: The Psalms of David, 1719
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Name: OLD MARTYRS
Meter: CM
Key: d minor or modal
Source: Psalms (Edinburgh, Scotland: 1615)
Copyright: Public Domain



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