402    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Praying for Quickening Grace. Ps. 119. 20, 25, 37, 40

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.