Ant. Never can we fay too much of this glorious Subject; never can we think enough of the Felicities of Heaven. Alleluja.

PSALM X.

A Rife, my Soul, to Thee these Joys belong; arife, and advance thy felf

on high.

Leave here below all earthly Thoughts; and fly away with the Wings of thy Spirit. Fly to that glorious Land of Promife; and gladly falute thofe Heavenly Regions.

Hail happy Paradice of pure Delights; thou beauteous Garden of never-fading Flowers!

Hail bleft Society of beautify'd Spirits, who perpetually contemplate the eternal Deity! Hail, and for ever may your Glories grow; till they rife fo high, they can grow

no more.

Hail you, who in your chearful Hymns; remember us who dwell below in this Vale of Tears.

We hope one Day to come up to you; and be placed, to fing in your holy Choirs. We hope to know all things produc'd; we hope to know that all-producing Caufe.

O what a Fire of Love will it kindle in Our Hearts; when we shall see those shining Mysteries!

When our Great God, like a burning Mirror, fall ftrike his Brightness on the Eyes of our Souls.

O what exceffive Joy will that Love produce; a Love fo violently defiring, and fo fully fatisfy'd?

When our Capacities fhall be stretch'd to the utmost; and the rich abounding Objects fill and o'reflow them.

O what profound Repofe will that Joy beget; a Joy fo infinitely high, and fo eternally fecure!

When in an amorous Languishment we fhall Sweetly diffolve into the blissful union with our first Beginning,

When, without lofing what we are, we shall become in a great measure even what he is.

We shall take part in all his Joys; and fhare in the Glories of all his Heaven.

O what divine and ravishing Words are thefe! how gently they enter and delight my Ear!

How they diffuse themfeves over all my Brain; and strongly penetrate to my very Soul!

Methinks they turn to Substance as they go; and I feel them work and stir thro' all my Powers.

Methinks they lie as a Cordial at may Heart; and fend forth Spirits to quicken and refresh me.

There, O my Soul, we shall rest from all our Labours; which are but the Way to all that Happiness.

There we shall reft from Sin and Sorrow;

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and no longer be troubled with our felves,

or others.

There we fhall reft for ever in the Protection of our God; in the Arms and Bofom of our dearest Lord.

O Heaven, the eternal Source of all these Joys; and infinitely more, and infinitely greater.

As the Hart pants after the WaterBrooks; fo let my Soul thirst after Thee. After Thee letme daily figh and mourn; and with a fix'd and longing Eye look up, and fay,

When, O my God, fhall I fit at that Fountain-Head; and drink my fill of those living Streams?

When shall I be inebriated with that Torrent of Pleasures; which fprings for ever from thy glorious Throne ?

O that the Days of my Banishment were fully finish'd! how is the Time of my Pilgrimage prolong'd!

Why am I ftill detain'd in this Valley of Tears? ftill wandring up and down in this Wilderness of Dangers?

Come thou, fweet Jefus, my only Hope; and fure Deliverer out of all my Sorrows. Come thou, and here begin to dwell in my Heart; and fit me for the Life I fhall lead hereafter.

Come, O my deareft Lord, and prepare my Soul for Thee; and then, when thou pleafeft, take it to thy Self.

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Glory

Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.

Antiphon.

Never can we fay too much of this glorious Subject; never can we think enough of the Felicities of Heaven. Alleluja.

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Romans 12. Ver. 9.

ET Love be without Diffimulation; hate that which is evil, cleave to that which is good.

Be kindly affectionated one towards another, with Brotherly Love, in Honour preferring one another:

Not flothful in Business; fervent in Spi- . rit, ferving the Lord.

Rejoycing in Hope, patient in Tribulation, continuing inftant in Prayer.

Distributing to the Neceffity of Saints; given to Hospitality.

Blefs them who perfecute you; bless, and curfe not.

Rejoyce with them that do rejoyce, and weep with them that weep.

Be of the fame Mind one towards another.

Mind not high Things, but condefcend to Men of low Eftate.

Be not wife in your own Conceits. Recompence to no Man Evil for Evil; provide Things honeft in the Sight of all

Men.

If it be poffible, as much as in you lieth, live peaceably with all Men.

Dearly beloved, avenge not your felves, but rather give place unto Wrath; for it is written, Vengeance is mine, and I will repay it.

Therefore if thine Enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him Drink; for in fo doing thou shalt heap Coals of Fire upon his Head.

Be not overcome of Evil, but overcome Evil with Good.

PSALM III.

HY do we feek Felicity,
Where 'tis not to be found;

VVEX

And not, dear Lord, look up to Thee,
Where all Delights abound?

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Why do we feek for Treasure here,

On this falfe barren Sand:

Where nought but empty Shells appear,
And Marks of Shipwrack stand.

O World, how little do thy Joys
Concern a Soul that knows
It felf not made for fuch low Toys,
As thy poor Hand bestows?

How cross art thou to that Design

For which we had our Birth!
Us, who are made in Heaven to fhine,

Thou bow'it down to the Earth.

Nay,