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 in Thy race or turn my feet astray.
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 in Thy race or turn my feet astray.