Nay, to thy Hell; for thither sink All that to thee submit: Thou ftrew'ft fome Flowers on the Brink, To drown us in the Pit. World, take away thy Tinfel Wares, The Way we know; our dearest Lord And has engag'd his faithful Word, But, O my God, reach down thine Hand, All Glory to the Sacred Three, Ant. O glorious God! thy infinite Perfections caufe us to admire thee; and thy bounteous Promises engage us to hope in thee: Thy incomparable Beauty ravishes our Hearts; and the Joys thou haft prepar'd for us tranfcend all our Wishes. Alleluja. Mag Magnificat. Mmy Spirit hath rejoyced in God my Y Soul doth magnifie the Lord, and Saviour. For he hath regarded the Lowlinefs of his Handmaiden. For behold, from henceforth all Generations fhall call me blessed. For he that is mighty hath magnified me, and holy is his Name. And his Mercy is on them that fear him, throughout all Generations. He hath fhewed Strength with his Arm, he bath fcattered the Proud in the Imaginations of their Hearts. He hath put down the Mighty from their Seat, and hath exalted the Humble and Meek. He hath filled the Hungry with good Things, and the Rich he hath fent empty away. He remembring his Mercy, hath holpen his Servant Ifrael, as he promised to our Forefathers, Abraham and his Seed for ever. Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the Beginning, &c. Antiphon. O glorious God! thy infinite Perfections cause us to admire Thee; and thy bounteous Promifes engage us to hope in Thee. Thy incomparable Beauty ravishes our Hearts; and and the Joy thou haft prepared for us, traufcends all our Wishes. Alleluja. V. Eye hath not feen, nor Ear heard, neither can the Heart of Man conceive the Things, R. Which God hath prepared for them that love him. Let us Pray. God, who gracioufly wooeft us to our eternal Inheritance, by difcribing its inexpreffible Glories all manner of ways which are apt to work upon our low Conceits, that they may fitly infinuate themselves, and become by Degrees absolute Master of our Hearts: Bring them, we beseech Thee, still seasonably into our Memories; and fo ftrongly fettle them in our Affections, that our Souls being wholly ravifh'd with thofe great Hopes, all the Temptations, and Vanities of this World may fly unconcernedly by us, and never be able to distract our intire, and steddy, and daily ftrengthening Defires of entring once for ever into Poffeffion of thy Kingdom, through our Lord Jefus Chrift; who with Thee and the Holy Ghoft, liveth and reigneth one God, World without End. Amen. O Lord, hear, &c. V. May the Divine Affistance remain with us for ever. R. Amen. V. The Blefling of God Almighty, Father, Son and Holy Ghoft, defcend upon us, and dwell in our Hearts for ever. R. Amen. Sunday Compline. V. Our Help is in the Name of the Lord, Antiphon. All is unquiet here till we come to Thee and repofe at last in the Kingdom of Peace. PSALM XI. 7 Ho will give me the Wings of a Dove; that I may fly away, and be at Rest? That I may fly away from the Troubles of this Life; and be at reft, dear Lord, with Thee: Here, alas! we are forc'd to figh, and bear with Grief the Burthen of our Miferies. Often we encounter Chances that endanger danger us; and divert our Progress in the way to Blifs. Öften we are affaulted with Temptations that overcome us; and fet us back in the Accounts of Eternity. How many times, O my Soul, have we plainly concluded, that this Earth affords no real Joy! How many times have we fully agreed, that Heaven alone is the Place of Happinefs! Yet do these falfe Allurements again deceive us; and steal away our Hearts to dote on Folly: Yet do unconftant we forget our Refolves; and wretchedly neglect our true Felicity. O thou Victorious Conqueror of Sin and Death! do thou affift us in this dangerous Warfare. O thou benign Refresher of diftreffed Spirits! do thou relieve us in this tedious Pilgrimage. Make us still thirst and figh after Thee; the living Fountain of Life-giving Streams. Make us defpife all other Delights; and fet our Affections entirely on thy Joys. Since nothing, Lord, can fatisfie our Souls but Thee, O let our Souls feek nothing but Thee. Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the Beginning, &c. PSALM |