waste the heritage of the Lord Nor break down our Temples with Axes and Hammers Tread not underfoot thy mighty men In the midst of me Crush not my young men Carry not my Virgins away Captive O Lord. They respect not the persons of Priests or Elders Let not the breath of our Nostrils be taken in their pits Nor our Princes suffer the reproach of Servants Nor our Fathers be abused nor our Bodies lie as Dung upon the Ground nor our Wives be ravished nor our Children slain in the top of every Street What are all the Temples in the Land Though they should remain What the Cities Walls and Towers But silent Monuments of greater Woe If no man is inhabitant Or dwelling in them Nests of Snakes Owls and Dragons But no habitations of Joy and Melody A Salvage Indian among Rocks and Mountains Would be as happy as I in those possessions In the days of her affliction all the pleasant things that my people had of old would come into mind Increase my Melancholy And shew me the filth of her skirts in those What would their Scarlets Ermines Purple Gold and Pearl profit me in the day when they lie about me like idle ruins Though all that is in the Land were left My people gone The Joy and Life The Marrow Glory and Crown The Lustre Beauty and Delight Of all my delectable things is spoiled Forgive O Lord the ingrateful temper of my sinful people Heal O God the reprobate sence Wherewith we are perverted Open our eyes that we may see thy Treasures Admire while we have them Rejoyce in thy people Those Celestial Jewels The riches of thy bounty which thy love hath given us Nothing but the exceeding transcendent value Of thy wonderful Gifts hideth from us Thy love is lost in its own splendor Hid in its greatness Drowned in that Glory Of thine excellent Treasures The reality of thy Bounty blindeth us The freedom of thy love 〈◊〉 thy Bounty The possession of thy Wealth maketh us poor But reprobate is the blindness whereby we contemn the Gifts of God because they are common Shall nothing make us sensible of thy love But the absence of it Nothing teach us to prize thy Mercies But their removal from us O Lord the Children of my people are thy peculiar Treasures Make them mine O God even while I have them My lovely companions like Eve in Eden So much my Treasure that all other wealth is without them But Dross and Poverty Do they not adorn and beautifie the World And gratify my Soul which hateth solitude Thou Lord hast made thy Servant a sociable Creature for which I praise thy name A lover of company a delighter in equals Replenish the inclination which thy self hath implanted And give me Eyes To see the beauty of that life and comfort Wherewith those by their actions Inspire the Nations Their Markets Tillage Courts of Judicature Marriages Feasts and Assemblies Navies Armies Priests and Sabbaths Trades and Business the voice of the Bride-groom Musical Instruments the light of Candles and the grinding of Mills Are comfortable O Lord let them not cease The Riches of the Land are all the materials of my Felicity in their hands They are my Factors Substitutes and Stewards Second selves who by Trade and Business animate my Wealth Which else would be dead and rust in my hands But when I consider O Lord how they come into thy Temples fill thy Courts and sing thy Praises O how wonderful they then appear What Stars Enflaming Suns Enlarging Seas Of Divine Affection Confirming Paterns Infusing Influences Do I feel in them Who are the shining Light Of all the Land to my very Soul Wings and Streams Carrying me unto thee The Sea of Goodness from whence they came Their Rings and Jewels beautify us in adorning them Did I regard only the Fabrick of their persons Their Speech Face and Understanding To see another So infinitely exalted above all the Creatures A Divine Image more glorious than the World A second self Created besides for me to enjoy How should this transport me O Lord And if one in my solitude would be such a Treasure What O Lord is the variety of their Persons Dispositions and Actions Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound they shall walk O Lord in the Light of thy Countenance In thy name shall they rejoyce all the day and in thy righteousness they shall be exalted For thou art the Glory of our Strength and in thy favour our Horn shall be exalted For the Lord is our defence and the Holy One of Israel our King Psal. Take me not away from thy joyful sound Nor thy joyful sound from me Destroy not my people for how then shall I walk in the light of thy Countenance Should I not rust O Lord and grow dull and heavy Though I believe in Jesus Being taught it by their means Though I see him on the Cross Adore him in the Heavens And shall always remember my Friend in thy Throne Need I not Spurs Wings Enflamers O my God how often should I die were it not for these thy Glorious Hosts Yes wo is me how often do I die and fail already By intermitting the continual Fruition of thy Joys I was glad when they said vnto me let us go into the House of the Lord. But my people being removed which are The Ornaments of thy Kingdom The Beautifiers of the Land The Intelligence of Temples The Tillers of the Ground The Singers of thy praises Like David in the Wilderness should I complain As the Hart panteth after the Water Brooks so panteth my Soul after thee O God My Soul thirsteth for God for the living God when shall I come and appear before God! My Tears have been my Meat day and night while they continually say unto me Where is thy God When I remember these things I pour out my Soul in me for I had gone with the Multitude I went with them to the House of God with the voice of Joy and Praise with a Multitude that kept Holy Day Why art thou cast down O my Soul why art thou disquieted in me hope in God for I shall yet praise him for the help of his Countenance The help of thy Countenance And the light of it O Lord The sweet combinations of private love Particular friendships Carried in the Bark of our Nations welfare Will all be laid waste in its desolation Those amiable objects so full of beauty And Heavenly commerce in Angels eyes Each of whom is An incarnate Cherubim A Member of Jesus Christ A penitent Transgressor O what wonders do mine eyes behold There is more joy in Heaven for the conversion of one Sinner than for ninety nine just persons that need no repentance For every Prodigal returning unto thee There is another Jubilee and Feast in Heaven For this cause therefore return thou on high and come and Save us My Goodness extendeth not to thee but to the Saints and to the excellent
Ps. 119. 103. I opened my mouth and panted for I longed for thy Commandments Ps. 119. 131. Blessed art thou O Lord teach me thy Statutes Ps 119. 12. They make us blessed By teaching our Souls to imitate thee At midnight will I rise up to give thanks unto thee for thy Righteous Judgments Ps. 119. 62. I will delight in thy Law I will speak of thy Testimony before Kings I will meditare in thy Statures They satiate the Powers of our immortal Soul Ambition with the Honor of all the Angels Coveroushess with the Riches of Heaven and Earth Love with the goodness of God all things Make us fit for the Throne of Glory By making us a Joy to all Angels Kingdoms Ages O give me Understanding and I shall keep thy Law yea I shall observe it with my whole heart Ps. 119. 34. O Lord I beseech thee give me love unto thy Laws Delight in thy Laws Meditation on thy Laws Right Understanding of thy Laws And entire obedience unto thy Laws If my delight had not been in thy Law I had perished in my Trouble Hallelujab Thanksgivings for the Beauty of his Providence THY Mercy O Lord is in the Heavens and thy Faithfulness reacheth unto the Clouds Thy Righteoushess is like the great Mountains thy Judgments are a great Deep O Lord thou preservest Man and Beast How excellent is thy loving Kindness O God therefor the Children of Men put their trust under the shadow of thy Wings They shall abundantly be satisfied with the fatness of thy House and thou shalt make them drink of the River of thy Pleasures For with thee is the Fountain of Life and and in thy Light shall we see Light O continue thy loving Kindness to them that kdow thee and thy Righteousness to the upright in heart Let not the foot of Pride come against me and let not the hand of the Wicked remove me There are the workers of Iniquity faln they are cast down and shall not be able to arise Ps. 36. Let us with all the Saints in the Church Triumphant Sing The Song of Moses the servant of God And The Song of the Lamb Saying Great and Marvelous are thy Works Lord God Almighty Just and true are thy Ways thou King of Saints Let their Beauty ravish us Let their Farness delight us Let their Goodness enrich us Let their Wisdom please us Let their Abundance transport us Let them ever be such in our Eyes as they are in thine Whose Delights have been in the habitable Parts of the Earth among the Children of Men. O Lord I delight in thee For making my Soul so wholly Active So prone to Imployment So apt to Love That it can never rest nor cease from thinking I praise thee with Joy For making it so wide that it can measure Ages See thine Eternity And walk with thee in all thy Ways It must be busie And it is happy for me Thou hast made it a LIFE like thine O God All Activity Its Rest is Imployment and its Ease is Business Teach me the best and fairest Business Teach my Soul to walk with thee By thinking Wisely Upon all thy Doings Let me never rust in 〈◊〉 or Sloth Nor sleep in Death Nor 〈◊〉 my self with Vanity Nor 〈◊〉 my self thorow with needless Fears or Sorrows We are always Desolate while our Souls are Idle But when our Thoughts are employed far and near upon then glorious Objects then are we encompassed with Festivals of Joy Solemnities and 〈◊〉 Blessed be thou O Lord And for ever Blessed be thy glorious Name For preparing for us in all Ages Perfect Treasures THE WORKS OF THY RIGHTEOVSNESS Are more pleasant to Angels Than apples of Gold in Pictures of Silver O Lord let me be in all my Solitudes As a Jeweller among thy Jewels As a Perfumer among thy Odors As a Servant among thy Treasures As a Son among thy Servants Thine Image and thine Heir Among all thy Works in all Kingdoms and Nations In the dead time of the Night In my greatest Retirements Let all thy Works be neer unto me All thy Ways Thy Wonders Thy Revelations from Heaven Thy MERCIES Thy JUDGMENTS My familiar Joys Let them fill me with Company when I am most alone Fill me with Delights Surround me with Beauty Turn my Retirements into Songs My Days into Sabbaths My Darkness into Day Or into a Night of Joy as in the solemn Assemblies For enflaming my Soul with the Thirst of Happiness For shewing me its Objects and the manner of Enjoying them For causing me to prefer Wisdom above hidden Treasure and to search for her as for Gold and Silver I Bless and Praise thy H. Name The Desire satisfied is a Tree of Life Had I never thirsted I should never 〈◊〉 valued nor enjoy'd WISDOM I know by experience that she is better that Rubies And all the things I can desire are not to be Compared with her She putteth on my head an ornament Of Grace A crown of Glory she giveth to 〈◊〉 Prov. 4 9. Maketh me a possessor of all thy Joys Bringeth me to the Store-house of thine everlasting Riches 〈◊〉 me in Paradice Surroundeth me with Flowers Yea with all the Delights in the Garden of God May Lillies compare with the Souls of Men Perfumes with Virtues Gold with Affections Crowns with Ages Temples Cities Kingdoms are in my ways Coronations Triumphs Victories surround my Feet No ways strewed with Lillies Pearls and Diamonds can equal these I. These sweeter far Lillies are No Roses may with these compare How these excel No Tongue can tell Which he that well and truly knows With praise and joy he goes How great and happy 's he that knows his Ways To be divine and heavenly Joys To whom each City is more brave Than Walls of Pearl and Streets which Gold doth pave Whose open Eyes Behold the Skies Who loves their Wealth and Beauty more Than Kings love golden Ore II. Who sees the heavenly antient Ways Of GOD the Lord with Joy and Praise More than the Skies With open Eyes Doth prize them all yea more than Gems And Regal Diadems That more esteemeth Mountains as they are Than if they Gold and Silver were To whom the SUN more pleasure brings Than Crowns and Thrones and Palaces to Kings That knows his Ways To be the Joys And Way of God These things who knows With Joy and Praise he goes The Souls of Men and Holy Angels are my delights How endless are thy Treasuries How wide thy Mansions How delectable my Joys Many millions of Miles from hence The Sun doth serve me The Stars many thousand Leagues beyond the Sun The morning Stars and Sons of God Abundantly beyond them all Nor is there any Bounds of my Habitarion The inestimable Presence of Almighty God Endlesly extendeth protracting my Joys And with an Eye from Infinity Beholdeth my Soul The Sun of Righteousness is my perfect Joy Mine Understanding seeth him In the highest Heavens In every moment I see Eternity Conceived
in its Womb In every moment an infinity of Joys Thy Ways O my God are infinitely Delicious From the beginning until now Blessed be thy Name whose infinite Wisdom Blessed be thy Name whose infinite Goodness Blessed be thy Name whose infinite Power Are in every thing Magnified Are in every thing Perfectly exalted Towards all thy Creatures Thy Condescention in creating the Heavens And the Earth Is wholly Wonderful Thy Bounty to Adam To me in him Most Great and Infinite Blessed be thy Name for the Employment thou gavest him More Glorious than the World To see thy Goodness Contemplate thy Glory Rejoyce in thy Love Be Ravish'd with thy Riches Sing thy Praises Enjoy thy Works Delight in thy Highness Possess thy Treasures And much more Blessed be thy H. Name For Restoring me by the Blood of Jesus To Thy glorious Works To Those blessed Emploments It is my Joy O Lord to see the Perfection of thy Love towards us in that Estate The Glory of thy Laws The Blessedness of thy Works The Highness of thine Image The Beauty of the Life that there was to be led In Communion with Thee Those intended Joys are mine O Lord In thee my God In Jesus Christ In every Saint In every Angel But the glorious Covenant so graciously renewed O the Floods the Seas the Oceans Of Honey and Butter contained in it So many thousand Years since my standing Treasure O reach me to Esteem it O reach me to Reposite it in my Family As that which by its Value is made sacred Infinitely Sacred because infinitely Blessed How ought our first Fathers To have esteemed that Covenant To have laid it up for their Childrens Children As the choicest Treasure The Magna Charta of Heaven and Earth By which they held their Blessedness The Evidence of their Nobility The antient Instrument of their League with God Their pledge claim to eternal Glory The sacred Mystery of all their Peace But they Apostatized and provoked thy Displeasure Sixteen hundred and fifty six Years Till thou did'st send a Flood that swept them away Yet did'st thou give them The Rite of Sacrificing The Lamb of God To betoken his Death From the beginning of the World Shewedft them thy Glory And that of Immortality By Enochs Translation Of which me also hast thou made the heir In the midst of Judgments thou hadst mercy on Noah And saved'st us both In an ARK by Water That Ark is mine Thy Goodness gave it me By preserving my Being and Felicity in it It more serveth me there where it is 〈◊〉 Than if all its Materials were now in my In that Act did'st thou reveal thy Glory As much as by the Creation of the World itself Reveal thy Glory to me and by many such Dispel the foggs of Ignorance and 〈◊〉 That else would have benighted And drowned my Soul The Rainbow is a Seal Of thyrenewed Covenant For which to day I praise thy Name As for the wicked They revolted back from the Life of God But the holy Sages brightly shined Whom thy Goodness prepared To be the Light of the World Melchisedec North 〈◊〉 himself In whom thy Goodness Blessed Me thy Servant In whom thy Goodness Blessed And all Nations Whom thy Goodness chiefly Blessed by making a Blessing When the World would have extinguished Knowledge And have lost thy Covenant Thou heldest the Clew and maintained'st my Lot and sufferedst not all to perish for ever Out of the Loins of thy beloved Thy Glory form'd a Kingdom for thy self Govern'd by Laws Made famous by Miracles 〈◊〉 by Mercy 's Taught from Heaven 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 of Witness thou dwelledst among them Thy Servant David in most Solemn 〈◊〉 sang Thy Praises Thy Glory appeared in Solomon's Temple But more in his Wisdom And the Prosperity of thy People Thy Prophers in their order ministred to us The concealed Beauty of thy Ceremonies Is wholly mine To me they exhibit in the best of Hieroglyphicks JESUS CHRIST The Glory of their Ministery Service and Expectation For two thousand Years is my Enjoyment For my sake and for thy Promise sake Did thy goodness forbear When their Sins had provoked Thee To destroy them wholly How did thy Goodness in the time of Distress Watch over them for Good When like a Spark in the Sea They were almost wholly Extinguished In the Babilonish Waves How Lord did'st thou Work in that Night of Darkness Making thy Glory and the Glory of Love More to appear Then was 〈◊〉 Welfare turning upon the hinge Our Hope gasping for a little Life Our Glory brought to the pits brink And beyond the possibility of human remedy Endangered in the Extinction of that Nution How then did thy Power shine In making Nehemiah the Kings Cupbearer Hester Queen Mordecai a Prince The three Children cold in the furnace Daniel Lord chief President of 127 Provinces Zorobbabel and Ezra especial favorites And in sending thy people home Without any Ransom That the influence of thy promise Might surely descend And our Saviour arise out of Davids Loins Be born at Bethlehem Crucified at Jerusalem According to the Prophesies That went before concerning him Blessed Lord I magnific thy holy Name For his Incarnation For the Joy of the Angels that sang his praises For the Star of his Birth For the Wise men's Offerings that came from the East For the Salutation of thy handmaid Mary For the Ravishing Song of the blessed Virgin For the Rapture and Inspiration of Zacharias thy Servant For the Birth of John our Saviours forerunner O Lord Who would have believed that such a worm as I should have had such Treasures In thy celestial Kingdom In the Land of Jury 3000 miles from hence So great a Friend such a Temple Such a Brest plate Glittering with Stones of endless price Such Ephod Mytre Altar Court Priest and Sacrifices All to shew me my Lord and Saviour By the Shining Light of nearer Ages By the Universal consent of many Nations By the Most powerful Light of thy blessed Gospel See that remoter in the Land of Jury More clearly to shine The universal Good which redounded to all Is poured upon me The root being beautified by all its branches The fountain enriched and made famous by its streams Their Temple Sacrifices Oracles Scriptures Ceremonies Monuments of Antiquity Miracles Transactions Hopes Have received credit and magnificence by successes By the Lustre Authority and Glory By the Conviction of Ages By the Acknowledgment of Sages By the Conversion of Philosophers By the Of Flourishing Cities Empires 〈◊〉 and mighty States All which enamel the Book of God And enrich it more for mine exaltation The very Trees and Fruits and Fields and Flowers that did service unto them Flourished for me And here I live Praising thy Name For the silencing of Oracles And the flight of Idolatry For demolishing the Temple When its Service ended For permitting the Jews In severity to them For permitting the Jews In mercy to me To kill my Saviour For
shall I be delighted in all thy Glory And be so much pleased as if thou went only glorified for my sake And all thy Sons that glorify thee shall be my Treasures O give me grace here upon Earth to glorify thee To be tender of thine Honour and to delight in thy Praises Since at all this expence thou magnifiest thy Friend and makest me so O let me not debaso my self as low as Hell by stooping down to Earthly principles but live like thee an understanding life and faithfully accomplish the work of Love O let the perfection of 〈◊〉 Essence always ravish me Who could'st never need because never be without all thy Joys Let thy loving kindness continually be before mine eyes With joy let me suffer the reproaches of thine enemies in defence of thy Glory Let it be delicious to me to die in thy service My Joy that thou Reignest blessed in Heaven No life pleases me but the similitude of God No Riches but thine O Lord. All are thine rightly understood Let nothing satisfy me but all Eternity And all within it Since men upon earth live in darkness and are infinitely beneath thy glorious ways Let me never be subject to their vain opinions but ever mindful of thee my God To walk in thy ways is to contemplate their Glory to imitate their Goodness to be sensible of their Excellency A Thanksgiving and Prayer for the NATION REmember me O Lord with the favour that thou bearest to thy people O visit me with thy Salvation That I may see the good of thy chosen that I may rejoyce in the gladness of thy Nation that I may glory with thine Inheritance O Lord my God thou hast compassed me with Mercies on every side The Fields and Valleys Being truly seen are inestimable treasures The beauty of the Skies a magnificent joy To him that was nothing Created but yesterday Taken from the Dust To Day Half an hour since This very moment Rivers Springs Trees Meadows Even dry Land it self Clouds Air Light and Rain The Sun and Stars Are wonderful works Filling me with cheerfulness Made to serve us I praise the O Lord for the delights of Eden Such are these Among which were I alone like Adam Being wise I could not be 〈◊〉 But thou hast compassed me With innumerable Treasures Pleasant for variety Of infinite value Surmounting the created World 10000. fold The World is a Case Containing Jewels A silent Stage A Theatre for Actions Made for innumerable ends In all which thy fatherly wisdom hath shewn it self But O my God empty Cases Cabinets spoiled are dum shews The Jewels O Lord and Scenes and Actions These are the Treasures which most we prize The delights we esteem The Crown of Pleasure For the sake of which Cabinets were made Theatres erected Cases valued O Lord spare thy people Spare thy people O my God! Those Jewels in thy Cabinet those Persons on thy Stage that fill the World with wonderful Actions Make me a Moses to thee them Nehemiah to thee them Ezra David to thee them Did mine interest speak Could my heart understand it Did I see the value of all my joys Rivers of Tears running down mine eyes day and night would not suffice for the slain of my People O be not wrath very sore Let mine interest enflame me But thy goodness more Let Wisdom speak that respecteth me But Love cry out with groans unutterable For thy Mercy and Long suffering Unto this my people O Lord mine will be the loss I the sufferer My Bowels torn by those Wars My Bosom the Stage of those Calamities What ever love therefore thou bearest to thy Servant whom thou hast made a little lower than the Angels And Crowned with Glory and Honour For thy Servants sake be thou gracious to thy people Visit me with the savour which thou bearest unto them Shew it O Lord in their preservation We have sinned with our Fathers we have committed iniquity we have done wickedly We understood not thy wonders Nor remembered the multitude of thy tender Mercies But provoked our God continually Both at Land and Sea Nevertheless he saved us for his own Name sake that he might make his mighty power to be known That we might see the Glory of his loving kindness And that the goodness of God might lead us to repentance But we have been all day long a stiff necked and rebellious people When thy hand is lifted up they will not see In the Land of uprightness we deal unjustly and will not behold the Majesty of the Lord. We are infinitely seared Waxed fat and unsensible And what shall we do in the end of it The Ox knoweth his Owner and the Ass his Masters Crib but Israel is a brutish People that will not consider My God hath nourished and brought up Children that have rebelled against him Ah! Sinful Nation a people laden with In iquity a seed of evil doers Children that are corrupters They have forsaken the Lord they have provoked the Holy One of Israel to anger they are gone away backward Why should ye be stricken any more Ye will revolt more and more O my God! I see it plainly Neither Mercies will melt us Nor Judgment afright us Nothing soften nothing astonish us Nothing cause us to turn unto thee Thy Mercies we value not Under thy judgments are grown insensate Nothing less than the infinite multitude of thy tender mercies are able to bear with us any longer O my Bowels are yet lockt up Cannot ye be sensible of their Incorrigibleness Do what thou wilt in Judgment or Mercy We are Desperately bent to grow worse in Wickedness O Lord I confess the worst that can be spoken of us The worst that can be done have we atchieved Thy long suffering O God I importunately crave unto this people Of absolute Grace O thou in whose hands are the hearts of Kings to turn them as the Rivers of Water Rule the heart of thy chosen Servant our Royal Sovereign incline his Will to walk in thy way and make him thankful for evermore That in his prosperity we may walk in peace Convert him wholly unto thee O Lord Raise up Zerubbabels and Joshuahs Magistrates and Priests Careful Parents Of tender Bowels and contrite hearts That may endeavour the reformation of my peculiar people Leave a remnant always among us And for our Childrens sake that shall be born Throughout all Generations That these future Off-springs Of peculiar Treasures Whom thou infinitely esteemest May augment thy Kingdom O Lord if thou spare my life And give it me for a prey wherever I go Yet I shall be the sufferer in my peoples ruin Shall Nettles grow up in our pleasant Palaces Brambles in our Treasuries Owls and 〈◊〉 dwell in our Temples Briars and Thorns in the rubbish of our Stones O my Lord let me rather be blotted out of the Book of the living than be so bereaved Robbed of my Children Spoiled of my Glory Let them not lay
in the earth in whom is all my delight Bereave me not O Lord of these delights These Kings Daughters Holy Sons Saints and Angels Angels in the Churches The Angels of the Churches do thou also preserve Let me see their Order Ministry and Service Resist Satan at their right hand Set a fair Miter on their head Cleath them with Garments and let thine Angels stand by O let them walk in thy ways and keep thy charge then shall they judge thy House and keep thy Courts and have Places given them to walk among those that stand by Let me see O Lord the grand mystery of thy spiritual Building The Union of Souls in the Government of Nations the perfect closure of those living Stones constituting a Temple one Temple entire unto thee The two Pillars of the Earth strengthening each other Religion rooting Justice within Justice fencing Religion without And both making an Arch of Government immovable These two Pillars as steady as they are will except they have an upholder cleave and bend And the whole frame sink with them Therefore O Lord do thou support him that beareth them up Thy Spirit hath compared our Princes to a nail driven into a wall whereon are hanged all both the Vessels of service and instruments of Musick Firm may this nail abide and never stir For if it should all our Cups would batter with the fall the musick of our Quire be marr'd Both Church and Country put into danger Let me see the the combination of our Christian state The Glory and Beauty and Sweetness of it Pardon mine Eyes that I see no better Make our Sons and Daughters like Corner Stones polished after the similitude of a Palace A celestial Blessing to heavenly eyes Thy people walking in the Land of the living in the light of prosperity Truth and. Glory Beholding the beauty of Gods works and rejoycing in the happiness of each other understanding the excellency of their Souls and Bodies flourishing in Villages joyful Cities magnificent Temples pleasant Streets Gates of strength praising God in righteousness of life These are my joys A sight worthy of the Holy Angels Make me not void of such O Lord by our Desolations O continue them that I may excercise the the works of Justice and Mercy and Charity among them may be not as a Beast in a desolate Wilderness Spoiled of all occasions of vertue But a fruitful Tree in the paradice of God laden with more than Apples of Gold in pictures of Silver more precious than Rubies Of greater contents than the Skies themselves Were they for nothing my Treasures but only this that I might excercise Goodness and Loving kindness among them I would not O Lord for ten thousand Worlds be 〈◊〉 of them They are commanded all to love me as themselves though they refuse to do it give me Grace to love them more than my self As Moses did the Israelites David his Jews Jesus Sinners Give me wide and publick Affections So strong to each as if I loved him alone Make me a Blessing to all the Kingdom A peculiar Treasure after thy similitude to every Soul Especially to those whom thou hast given me by love make me a shining light a Golden Candlestick A Temple of thy presence in the midst of them Giving me power from day to day To Praise thy wonders To Glorify thy name To magnify the excellencies of thy Loving kindness in all their ears and to publish thy righteousness in the great Congregation Be thou gracious unto us Be a wall of fire round about us and a Glory in the midst of us Let thy Blessedness O God and that of thy Bride according to the Wisdom wherewith thou hast made us be more than mine ten thousand fold O my Lord where my voice saileth let love be great Plead effectually be accepted graciously Replenish my Soul more than I am able to ask or conceive Amen Amen FINIS Some Books of Devotion Printed for Samuel Keble at the Turks-head in Fleet-street MEditations upon Living Holily and dying Happily with suitable Prayers at the end of each Chapter Written in Latin by Daniel Senertus a Physitian A Weeks Preparation towards a worthy Receiving of the Lords Supper c. The Holy Days or the Feasts and Fasts as they are observed in the Church of England throughout the year explained And the reason why they are yearly celebrated with Cuts before each day Preparations to a Holy Life Or Devotions for Families and private Persons also Meditations Prayers and Rules for the more pious observing the Holy time of Lent By the Author of the Weeks Preparation to the Holy Sacrament The Spiritual Combat or the Christian Pilgrim Translated from the French Revised and Recommended by Richard Lucas D. D. Contemplations on the Love of God c. with a Devout Prayer suitable thereunto The Church of England mans private Devotions being a Collection of Prayers out of the Common prayer Book for Morning Noon and Night and other special Occasions By the Author of the Weeks Preparation to the Sacrament Death made comfortable or the way to die well By John Kettlewel A Companion for the Penitent and Persecuted consisting of Directions and Devotions for persons troubled in Mind By John Kettlewel Divine and Moral Discourses on divers Subjects The Mourner comforted or Epistles consolatory writ by Hugo Grotius Perused and recommended to the World by John Scot D. D. * Ps. 139. 16. O give me Grace to understan its Excellency That doth not fill but 〈◊〉 all Things Receiveth 〈◊〉 discerneth enjoyeth them