O Lord God, who haft in thy tender Mercy prolong'd my Days in this World, give me Grace to spend that Life thou haft now lengthen'd in thy Service: O give me Grace to perform all my Refolutions of new Obedience; and fo to live in the filial Fear of thee, all the Remainder of my Time, that I may at laft die at Peace with my felf, at Peace with the whole World, and at Peace with thee; and that for the fake of thy wellbeloved Son, and my Saviour, in whofe Holy Words I fum up all Wants, Our Father, &c.

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To this you may add, if you think fit, Pfalm ciii.

To conclude, good Philotheus, if you have reap'd any Good from thefe Prayers and Inftructions, be fure to give God hearty Thanks for for it, and let this encourage you to make the more frequent Use of them; and God of his infinite Mercy bless them every Day more and more to your Growth in Grace, and to his own Glory. Amen.

THREE

THREE

HYMNS

By the AUTHOR of the.

MANUAL of PRAYERS

For the Ufe of the

SCHOLARS of Winchester-College.

A

A Morning HYMN.

Wake, my Soul, and with

the Sun,

Thy daily Stage of Duty

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Shake off dull Sloth, and joyful rife To pay thy Morning Sacrifice.

Thy precious Time mifpent, redeem, Each prefent Day thy laft efteem;

Improve

Improve thy Talent with due Care, For the great Day thy felf prepare.

In Converfation be fincere,"

Keep Confcience, as the Noon-tide,
clear;
Think how All-feeing God thy Ways,
And all thy fecret Thoughts furveys.

By Influence of the Light Divine,
Let thy own Light to others fhine;
Reflect all Heaven's propitious Rays,
In ardent Love, and chearful Praife.

'Wake, and lift up thy felf, my Heart, And with the Angels bear thy Part, Who all Night long unwearied fing, High Praife to the Eternal King.

Awake, awake, ye Heav'nly Choir,, May your Devotion me infpire, That I, like you,my Age may spend, Like you may on my God attend.

May I, like you, in God delight, Have all Day long my God in fight, Perform, like you, my Maker's Will, Omay I never more do Ill!

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Had I your Wings, to Heav'n I'd fly, But God fhall that Defect fupply, And my Soul, wing'd with warm Defire,

Shall all Day long to Heav'n afpire.

All Praife to thee,who fafe haft kept, And haft refresh'd me whilft I flept, Grant, Lord, when I from Death fhall wake,

I may

of endless Light partake.

I would not wake, nor rife again, Ev'n Heav'n it felf I would difdain, Were not thou there to be enjoy'd, And I in Hymns to be employ'd.

Heav'n is, dear Lord, where'er thou art,

O never then from me depart;
For to my Soul, 'tis Hell to be,
But for one Moment void of thee.

Lord, I my Vows to thee renew, Difperfe my Sins as Morning Dew; Guard my firft Springs of Thought and Will,

And with thy felf my Spirit fill.

Direct, controul, fuggeft, this Day,
All I defign, or do, or fay,

That all my Pow'rs, with all their
Might,

In thy fole Glory may unite.

Praife God, from whom all Bleffings flow,

Praife him, all Creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heav'nly Hoft, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

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An Evening HrмN.
LL Praise to thee, my God,
this Night,

For all the Bleffings of the
Light:

Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Beneath thy own Almighty Wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The Ill that I this Day have done;
That with the World, my felf and
thee,
I, e'er I fleep, at Peace may be.

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