raife and heighten our Defires of thy infinite Self in Eternity, through our Lord Jefus Chrift thy Son, who with thee and the Holy Ghoft, liveth and reigneth one God, World without End. Amen.

V. O Lord, hear, &c.

Vefpers.

as at Sunday

Monday Compline.

V. Our Help is in, &c. as at Sunday Compline.

Ant. All thy Ways, O Lord, are Mercy, and Wisdom; and all thy Counfels tend to our Happiness.

PSALM XXIV.

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Thou wifely governeft the House thou haft built; and preventeft with thy Mercies all our Wants.

Thou calleft us up in the early Morning, and giveft us Light by the Beams of thy Sun.

To labour every one in their proper Of fice; and fill the little Place appointed them in the World.

Thou provideft a Reft for our weary Evening; and favoureft our Sleep with a fhady Darkness.

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To refresh our Bodies in the Peace of Night; and fave the Waste of our decaying Spirits.

Again thou awakeft our drowfie Eyes; and bid'ft us return to our daily Task,

Thus has thy Wisdom mix'd our Life; and beauteously interwoven it of Rest and Work.

Whofe mutual Changes fweeten each other; and each prepare us for our greatest Duty:

Of finishing here the Work of our Salv a tion; to rest hereafter in thy holy Peace. Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.

PSALM XXV.

ORD, how thy Bounty gives us all things elfe, with a large and open Hand!

Our Fields at once are cover'd with Corn; and our Trees bow under the weight of their Fruit.

At once thou filleft our Magazines with Plenty; and fendeft whole Showers of other Bleffings.

Only our Time thou diftilleft by Drops, and never giveft us Two Moments at once. But takest away one when thou lendest another; to teach us the Price of fo rich a Jewel.

That we may learn to value every Hour; and not childishly spend them on empty Trifles: Much

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Much lefs, maliciously murther whole Days, in purfuing a Courfe of Sin and Shame.

Lord, as thou thus haft taught our Ignorance; fo let thy Grace enable our Weaknefs:

Wifely to manage the Time thou givest us; and still prefs on to new Degrees of Improvement.

That with our few, but well-fpent Years, we may purchase to our felves a bleft Eternity.

Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.

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PSALM XXVI.

T was thy Mercy too, O gracious Lord, to dispense by Parcels our Portion of Time;

That our fucceeding Day may learn to grow wife, and correct its Faults by Experience of the past.

Elfe were our Being all at once; as it fhall be in the next Eternal Life.

Our Sins would have here no Power to be repented of; and then, alas! how defperate were we ?

We, who are born in the Way to Mifery; and unless we change, can never be happy. We, who so often wilfully go aftray; and unless we return, must perifh for ever. O Thou, in whofe indulgent Hands are both our Time, and our Eternity!

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Whose Providence gives every Minute of Our Life; and governs the fatal Period of Our Death!

O make us every Evening ftill provide to pafs with Comfort that important Hour.

Make us still ballance our Account for Heaven; and strive to encrease our Treafures with thee.

That if we rife no more to our Acquaintance here; we may joyfully awake among thy blessed Angels.

There to unite our Hymns with theirs ; and joyn altogether in one full Choir. Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.

Antiphon.

All thy Ways, O Lord, are Mercy, and Wisdom, and all thy Counfels tend to our Happiness.

HYMN VIII.

TOW, my Soul, the Day is gone,
Which in the Morn was thine;

Now its Glafs no more shall run,

Its Sun no longer shine.

True, alas! the Day is gone,
O were it only fo:

It's not loft, as well as done?
Caft up your Counts, and know.

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Are we fo much nearer Heaven,
As to the Grave we bow?
Has our Sorrow made all even,
And clear'd the Debts we owe?

From what Vice have we refrain'd,
To break the Course of Sin?
What new Vertue have we gain'd,
To make us rich within?

Time is well bestow'd on those,
Who well their Time bestow;
Whose main Concern ftill forward goes,
Whofe Hopes still riper grow;

Who, whene're the Clocks proclaim
Another Hour is past;

Have an Art to fet their Aim,
And Thoughts upon their last;

That their last and happ'est Hour,
Which brings them to their Home;
Where they fing and bless the Pow'r,
That made them thither come.

O my God of Life, and Death,
And ever-living King!

Since thou giv❜ft to all their Breath,
May all thy Glory fing.

Glory,