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Redeem thy mis-spent Time that's past;
Live this Day, as if 'twere thy lasi:
T'improve thy Talents take due Care;
'Gainst the great Day thyself prepare.
Let all thy Converse be fincere,
Thy Conscience as the Noon-day clear:
Think how th' all-feeing God thy Ways,
And all thy secret Thoughts surveys.
. . IV.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my Heart,
And with the Angels bear thy Part;
Who all Night long unwearied fing
Glory to Thee, Eternal King.
Awake, awake ye heav'nly Choir;
May your Devotion me inspire:
That I like you my Age may spend;
Like you may on my God attend.
May I like you in God delight;
Ilave all Day long my God in Sight;
Perform like you iny Maker's Will:
0! may I never more do Ill.
Glory to Thee, who fafe haft kept,
And haft refresh'd me whilst I Nept;
Grant, Lord, when I from Death Thall awake,
I may of endless Life partake.
Lord, I my Vows to Thee renew;
Scatter my Sins as Morning Dew;
Guard my first Spring of Thought and Will,
And with thyself my Spirit fill.“
Direct, controul, fuggeft this Day,
All I design, or do, or fay;
That all my Powers, with all their Might,
In thy sole Glory may unite.
Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow;
Praise Him, all Creatures here below:
Praise Him above, y' Angelic Host:.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.
Glory to Thee, my God, this Night,
For all the Blessings of the Light :
: Keep, ( keep me, King of Kings,
Under thy own Almighty Wings.
Forgive, me Lord, for thy dear Son,
The Ills that I this Day have done; '
That with the World, myself, and Thee, "I; ere I neep, at Peace may be.
- Teach me to live, that I may dread
The Grave as little as my Bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the lait Day. .
O may my Soul on Thee repose,
And with sweet Sleep mine Eyelids clofe:
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
When in the Night I sleepless lie,
My Soul with heav'nly Thoughts supply:
Let no ill Dreams disturb my Reft,
No Pow'rs of Darkness me moleft.
Let my blest Guardian, whilst I sleep,
Close to my Bed his Vigils keep;
Divine Love into me instil,
Stop all the Avenues of III.
Thought to Thought with my Soul converse,
Celestial joys to the rehearsc;
And in my Stead, all the Night long,
Sing to my God a grateful Song.
VIII. Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow; Praise Him, all Creatures here below : Praise Him above, y' Angelic Host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
LORD, now my Slecp does me forsake
The sole Poffeffion of mo take:
Let no vain Fancy me illude,
No one impure Defire intrude...
Nly Soul, when I shake off this Duft,
Lord, in thy Arms I will intruft :
O make me thy peculiar Care,
Some heav’nly Mansion me prepare.
Give me a Place at thy Saints' Feet,
Or fomc fall’n Angel's vacant Seat:
I'll strive to sing as loud as they,
Who fit above in brighter Day.
O may I always ready stand,
With my Lamp burning in my Hand :
May I in Sight of Heav'n rejoice,
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's Voice.
Glory to Thée, in Light array'd,
Who Light thy Dwelling-place hast made :
An immense Ocean of bright Beains
From thy all-glorious Godhead streams.
S . VI. .
The Sun in its Meridian Height,
Is very Darkness in thy Sight:
My Soul O lighten, and inflame
With thought and Love of thy great Name.