Desires of being quickned by the Word of GOD. Psalm cxix. 25

With Pity, LORD, thy Servant view, As in the Dust I lye, Nor, while I raise my plaintive Voice, Disdain the broken Cry.

Fain would I mount on Eagles Wings, And view thy lovely Face; But cumb'rous Burdens drag me down From thine ador'd Embrace.

Thy quick'ning Energy diffuse O'er all my inmost Frame; And animate these languid Lips To celebrate thy Name.

Thy living Word has Wonders wrought, Those Wonders here renew; And pour fresh Vigour thro' my Soul, While I its Glory view.

From thee, Great ever-flowing Spring, Let vital Streams descend; And chear me to begin those Songs, Which Death shall never end.