Man's Impotency

HOw weak, O Lord, is sinful Man,
O how unable's he
To act or do, much less to run,
Until he's drawn by thee!

We, Lord, have no sufficiency,
Nor power of our own,
To think so much as one good thought,
As of our selves alone;

But all our whole sufficiency
Doth from the Lord proceed,
Who works in us most graciously
Both the will and the deed.

O draw us then our Saviour dear
With thy strong Cords of Love,
And then will we run after thee
As fast as we can move.

Shall we by thy own sovereign Grace
These special drawings find;
Then shall we run our heavenly Race
With a sweet raised Mind.