Hymn II, VIII.

WAke, my Soul, rife from this Bed of dull and

fluggish Earth, Quickly rife, lift up thy Head,

And fee thy Lord's new Birth. Once he came,

O bleffed He! Born of a Virgin's Womb,

Now he comes (both times for thee)

Sprung from a Vir-gin Tomb.

Hymn XIX,

Hymn XIX.

Do I refolve an ea--fie Life,

Stor❜d with Plenty, free from Strife?

When, dear Lord, thy Days and Nights

Pafs'd in Po--ver--ty and Fights.

Hymn XX.

Hymn XX.

Come my Thoughts,that fondly fly

At ev'ry Toy that paffes by;

Spending your Strength in vain.

While what you court you ne'er can gain:

Hymn XXXII.

Hymn XXIX. To which Tune may
Sung, 31, 35, 37.

JESU, who from thy Father's Throne,

be

To this low Vale of Tears cam'ft down,

In our poor Nature dreft!

Omay the Charms of that fweet Love,

Draw up our Souls to thee above,

And fix them there to reft.

Hymn VI.