My Soul Lies Cleaving to the Dust ELIZABETHTOWN—George Kingsley My Soul Lies Cleaving to the Dust 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 thy way, Lest I should loiter in my race Or turn my feet astray. 3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still, And thou a faithful God? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road? 4 Does not my heart thy precepts