Ver. 25 37. 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.
Ver. 107. 3 When sore afflictions press me down, I need thy quickening powers; Thy word that I have rested on shall help my heaviest hours.
Ver. 156 140. 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still? And thou a faithful God? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road?
Ver. 159 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face? And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace!
Ver. 93. 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.