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My soul lies leavng to the dust
Lord, give me life divine;
From idle thoughts, & every lust,
Turn off these eyes of mine.
I need the influence of thy grace
To speed me in my way,
Lest I should [---ter?] in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.
When some afflections pres me down,
I need thy quickening powers;
Thy word, that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
Are not thy mercies sovenign still?
And than a faithful God?
Wilt tho not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heavenly road?
Does not my heart, thy precepts love?
And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move,
Without enlivening grace?
Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And never forget thy word;
WhenI have felt its quickening power,
To draw me near the Lord.