<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412845" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 119 part 16</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prayer for quickening grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ver. 25,37 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul lies cleaving to the dust;<br>Lord, give me life divine;<br>From vain desires and every lust<br>Turn off these eyes of mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I need the influence of thy grace<br>To speed me in thy way,<br>Lest I should loiter in my race,<br>Or turn my feet astray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ver. 107 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When sore afflictions press me down,<br>I need thy quick'ning powers;<br>Thy word that I have rested on<br>Shall help my heaviest hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ver. 156,40 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are not thy mercies sovereign still,<br>And thou a faithful God?<br>Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal<br>To run the heav'nly road?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ver. 159,40 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does not my heart thy precepts love,<br>And long to see thy face?<br>And yet how slow my spirits move<br>Without enliv'ning grace!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ver. 93 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shall I love thy gospel more,<br>And ne'er forget thy word,<br>When I have felt its quick'ning power,<br>To draw me near the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412845" data-title="Psalm 119 part 16 de Isaac Watts" data-description="Prayer for quickening grace. ver. 25,37 My soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust Turn off these eyes of mine. I need the influence of thy grace To speed me in thy way, Lest I should loiter ..."></div> </div> </div>

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