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To thee, my God, Creator, heav'nly King,

O

Eternal Pontiff, fov'reign Lord, I fing;
The feeble efforts of my foul entire,

With unction melt, celeftial flame infpire.
To thee, blefs'd Mary, after Chrift, belong
The lauds inceffant of my humble fong.
At whofe requeft, the gracious Son divine
Chang'd perfect water into precious wine;
My native darkness into light exchange,
Correct my fenfes, and my thoughts arrange.
All evil from thy flock, my God, avert
And with thy love, embalm thy fervant's heart.
Indulgent Mother, ever hallow'd Queen,

Thy clients from the wrath of Heaven screen;
The facred bullion of my lays are thine;
The bark alone, the barren letter mine.
Left I fhould, thro' fome human weakness, ftray,
Be thou my guide, and change my night to day.
To ftumble fhould my weaker thoughts begin,
Not from my will, but, ah! th' effect of fin,
I truft, however, in thy pow'rful aid,

That I fhall not from hallow'd truth fecede
That truth, which I fuck'd from the genia' breaft
'Of Christ's diffusive Church, from Eaft to West.
Which never could, fhould Heav'n and Earth decay,
Deceive, or lead the foul of man aftray.

Yes! to her judgment, under Chrift, be thefe
My effays left, my felf, and humble lays.

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