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When I am dead in Grief,
Or, which is worse, in Sin;
I call on Jefus, and he hears,
And I to live begin.

Wherefore to Thee, bright Name,
Behold, thus low I bow;
And thus again; yet is all this
Far lefs than what we owe.

Down then, down both my Knees,
Still lower to the Ground;

Whilft, with mine Eyes and Voice lift up,
Aloud these Lines do found.

Live, glorious King of Heaven,
By all thy Heaven ador'd;
Live, gracious Saviour of the World,
Our chief and only Lord.

Live, and for ever may

Thy Throne establish'd be;

For ever may all Hearts and Tongues
Sing Hymns of Praise to Thee. Amen.

Benedictus, as in Sunday Lauds.

Antiphon.

Behold, our faithful Lord has remembred his Word, he has raised up amongst us the long-expected Prophet like Mofes, and put his Word in his Mouth, and he hath taught us.

V. He has led us out of the Bondage of Ægypt.

R. And made us a Way to the true Land of Canaan.

Let us Pray.

God, who to preferve in Reach of Happinessthofe whom thou prefervest in Being,didst send down in the Fulness of Time (as thy Mercy, as ancient as our Mifery, promised) the true Meffias to fave the World from the Ruin into which it was plunged by Adam's Fall; Fill our Souls, we beseech thee, through deep Admiration of this thy exceffive Bounty, with an overflowing Love of thy Self, infinitely fuller of thy Goodness than can be expreft; and grant that this Love to us may fo powerfully endear to us our Heavenly Maiter's gracious Precepts, and Example, that our perfect obferving them may raise reciprocally this thy Love, till it fit us for our only Blifs, the eternal Enjoyment of thee, through our Lord Jefus Chrift. Amen.

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In the Name, &c. as at Sunday Vefpers.

Antiphon.

Who is like thee, O Lord, among the Gods! Who is like thee, terrible in Judg

ments!

Spea

PSALM XXXIV.

Peak no more proudly, vain Duft; nor provoke any longer the living God. Seal up thy Lips In humble Silence; and tremblingly remember his dreadful Judg

ments.

Remember how the Earth opened it felf, and fwallow'd up alive fo many Thoufands.

Remember how the Clouds rain'd Fire and Brimftone; and bury'd whole Cities in their own Afhes.

Remember how the greatest Deluge o'refpread the World; and swept away almost all Mankind.

Remember, and ask the Caufe of all this Ruin; and tell it aloud to the bold Of fender.

Tell him, 'twas Sin, and fuch as his, that drew upon him fo fwift Destruction. Sin threw the Angels down from Heaven; and chain'd them up in eternal Darknefs.

Sin

Sin banish'd Adam out of Paradife; and turned that delicious Garden into a field of Weeds.

O God, how terrible is thy mighty Arm; when thou stretcheft it forth to be avenged on thine Enemies!

O Sin, how fatal is thy defperate Malice; that pulls on our Heads all the Thunder of Heaven!

O my Soul, how dull and fenflefs are we; to fleep fecure as if all were fafe!

Can we repeat these amazing Truths; and not tremble at the Wrath of the Divine Juftice?

Can we confider the deplorable End of Sinners; and still go on in the Ways of Sin? Even while we fing thy Praises, O glorious Lord! our very Duty fhould fear before thee.

What should corrupted Nature then do; when it fees it felf ready to offend thee? What fhould a guilty Confcience do; when it fees it felf ruined by offending thee?

Strike thou our Hearts, Othou Infinite Majefty with an awful Reverence of thy Great Name.

Correct our many Levities into a pious Sadnefs; and break our proud Spirits to bow to thee.

Still may our Confciences cry aloud within us; Dare you commit this Evil, and fin againft God?

Dare

Dare you commit this Evil, und undo your felves; and plunge your own Souls into everlasting Torments?

Forbid fo rash a Madness, gracious Lord; and make thy Judgments on others Mercies

to us.

Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.

Antiphon.

Who is like thee, O Lord, among the Gods! Who is like thee, terrible in Judgments!

Ant.] Who is like thee, O Lord, among the Gods! Who is like thee, amiable in Mercies!

PSALM XXXV.

Wipe away the Tears from thine Eyes,

my Soul; and clear thy Heart from all Clouds of Despair.

. He that is thus Infinite in Power to punish, is full as Infinite in Goodness to fave us. How often have we broke his Divine Commands? yet still his Earth fuftains, and ferves us.

How often have we abufed his Fulness of Bread? yet ftill his Clouds shower Plenty upon us.

Himself with his own Almighty Word confined the Waters, and fharply reprov❜d their Officioufnefs to destroy.

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