Glory be to thee, O Lord, Glory be to thee, for delivering me from the Terrors of Death, and reftoring me to my Health again; Glory be to thee.

I called upon the Lord in my Trouble, and the Lord heard me at large, Pfal. cxviii. 5.

I shall not die, but live, and declare the Works of the Lord.

Praise the Lord therefore, O my Soul: As long as I have my Life, which at first God gave me, and which he has now restored to me, I will fing Praise unto my God.

O Lord God, who haft in thy tender Mercy prolonged my Days in this. World, give me Grace to spend that Life thou haft now lengthened, in thy Service: O give me Grace to perform all my Refolutions of new Obedience, and fo to live in the filial Fear of thee, all the Remainder of my Time, that I may at laft die at Peace with myself, at Peace with the whole World, and at Peace with thee; and that for the Sake of thy well-beloved Son, and my Saviour, in whofe holy Words I fum up all my Wants: Our Father, &c.

To

To this you may, if you think fit, Pfalm ciii.

To conclude, my good Philotheus, if you have reaped any Good from these Prayers and Inftructions, be sure to give God hearty Thanks for it, and let this encourage you to make the more frequent Ufe of them; and God of his infinite Mercy blefs them every Day more and more to your Growth in Grace, and to his own Glory. Amen.

THREE

THREE

HYMNS,

By the AUTHOR of the

MANUAL of PRAYERS

For the Ufe of the

SCHOLARS of Winchester-College.

A Morning HYMN.

Wake, my Soul, and with the Sun
Thy daily Stage of Duty run;
Shake off dull Sloth, and joyful rife,
To pay thy Morning Sacrifice.

Thy precious Time, mif-spent, redeem;
Each prefent Day, thy last efteem;
Improve thy Talent with duc Care,
For the great Day thyself prepare.

In Converfation be fincere,

Keep Confcience, as the Noon-tide, clear;
Think how all-feeing God thy Ways,
And all thy fecret Thoughts, furveys.

By Influence of the Light divine,
Let thy own Light to others shine;
Reflect all Heav'n's propitious Rays,
In ardent Love, and chearful Praife.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my Heart,
And with the Angels bear thy Part;
Who all Night Long unweary'd fing,
High Praife to the eternal King.

Awake, awake, ye heav'nly Choir:
May your Devotion me infpire,
That I, like you, my Age may spend,
Like you, may on my God attend!

May I, like you, in God delight,
Have all Day long, my God in Sight;
Perform, like you, my Maker's Will;
may I never more do Ill!

Had I your Wings, to Heav'n I'd fly;
But God fhall that Defect supply,
And my Soul, wing'd with warm Defire,
Shall all Day long to Heav'n afpire.

All Praife to thee, who fafe haft kept, And haft refresh'd me, whilst I flept; Grant, Lord, when I from Death fhall wake, I may of endless Light partake.

I would

I would not wake, nor rife again:
E'vn Heav'n itself I would difdain,
Wert not thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in Hymns to be employ'd.

Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e'er thou art: O never then from me depart;

For to my Soul 'tis Hell to be

But for one Moment void of thee.

Lord, I my Vows to thee renew, Difperfe my Sins, as Morning Dew; Guard my firft Springs of Thought and IVill, And with thyfelf my Spirit fill.

Direct, controul, fuggeft, this Day,
All I defign, or do, or fay,

That all my Pow'rs, with all their Might,
In thy fole Glory may unite.

Praise God, from whom all Bleffings flow,
Praife him, all Creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye beav'nly Hoft,
Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.

An Evening HYMN.

ALL Praife to thee, my God this Night,
For all the Bleffings of the Light:
Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings,
Beneath thy own Almighty Wings.

Forgive