And now thou haft made us, we wholly depend on thee; and perish immediately if thou forfake us

Thou, without us, art the fame Allglorious Effence; brimful of thy own Eternal Felicity.

Without us, thy Royal Throne stands firm for ever; and all the Powers of Heaven obey thy Pleasure

Pity, O gracious Lord, our imperfect Nature; whofe every Circumftance is fo contrary to thine.

Thou dwell'ft above in the Mansions of Glory; and we below in Houses of Clay.

Thou art immortal, and thy Day outlives all Time; we every Moment go downwards to the Grave.

Thou art immenfe, and thy Prefence fills the Heavens; but the greatest of us, alas, alas, how little are we!

Two Yards of Air contain us while we live; and a few Spans of Earth fuffice us at our Death.

When, O my God, fhall these Distances meet together? When will thefe Extremities embrace each other?

We know they were once miraculously joyn'd in the Sacred Perfon of thy Eternal Son.

When the King of Heaven stoop'd down to Earth, and grafted in his own Person the Nature of Man.

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We hope they once again fhall be happily united; in blissful Vilion of thy glorious felf.

When the Children of the Earth shall be exalted to Heaven; and made Partakers of the Divine Nature.

But are there no means for us here below; O thou infinitely high, and glorious God! Is there no way to approach towards thee; and diminifh at least this uncomfortable Distance?

None but the Way of holy Love; which none can attain but by thy free Gift.

Nor must we Sinners dare to ask thou fhouldft love us; being infinitely unworthy to be call'd thy Servants :

Rather let us humbly beg the Grace we may love thee; who art fo many ways worthy of more than our Hearts.

And yet, O deareft Lord, unless thou firft love us; and fweetly draw us by thy gentle Hand:

Never shall we be fo happy as to love thee; nor ever be happy unless we do love thee. O bounteous God! to all thy Favours add this one, of making us esteem thee above them all.

Be thou to us our God and all things; and make us nothing in our own Eyes.

Be thou our whole and everlafting Delight; and let nothing else be any thing unto us. Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.
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Ant.

Antiphon.

Vanity of Vanities, all is Vanity; but the Love of God, and Hope to enjoy him.

The Leffon, Ephef. 6.

Hildren obey your Parents in the Lord, for this is right.

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Honour thy Father and Mother; which is the firft Commandment with Promife. That it may be well with thee, and thou mayeft live long upon the Earth.

And ye Fathers provoke not your Children to Wrath, but bring them up in the Nurture, and Admonition of the Lord.

Servants be obedient to your Masters according to the Flesh, with Fear and Trembling, in Singlenefs of Heart, as unto Christ.

Not with Eye-fervice as Men-pleasers, but as the Servants of Chrift; doing the Will of God from the Heart; with good Will doing Service as unto the Lord, and not unto Men;

Knowing that what foever good thing any Man doth, the fame thall he receive of the Lord, whether he be bond or free.

And ye Masters do the fame Things unto them, forbearing threatning, knowing that your Mafter alfo is in Heaven; neither is there Refpect of Perfons with him.

HYMN

HYMN VII.

ORD, who fhall dwell above with thee,
There on thy holy Hill?

Who fhall thofe glorious Prospects fee,
That Heaven with Gladness fill?

Those happy Souls, who prize that Life
Above the bravest here;

Whose greatest Hopes, whofe eag'reft Strife
Is once to fettle there.

They use this World, but value that,
That they fupreamly love;

They travel through this prefent State,
But place their Home above.

Lord! who are they that thus chufe thee,
But those thou firft didft chufe?

To whom thou gav'ft thy Grace moft free,
Thy Grace not to refuse.

We of our felves can nothing do,
But all on thee depend;

Thine is the Work and Wages too,
Thine both the Way and End.

O make us still our Work attend,

And we'll not doubt our Pay; We will not Fear a blessed End,

If thou but guide the Way.

Glory;

Glory to thee, O bounteous Lord!
Who giv't to all things Breath;
Glory to the eternal Word!
Who fav'ft us by thy Death.

Glory, O blessed Spirit, to thee,
Who fill❜ft our Hearts with Love;
Glory to all the Mystick Three,

Who reigns one God above. Amen.

Antiphon.

He that fram'd the Heart of Man, defigned it for himself, and bequeath'd it unquietnefs till poffefs'd of his Maker.

V. Vanity of Vanities, all is Vanity R. But to love our God, and attend his Service.

Magnificat, as in Sunday Vefpers.

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Let us Pray.

God, who alone art all in all things to us, and to whom we are nothing but wretched Objects of thy Bounty, which the more it flows upon us, the more we truly feel our own Emptinefs, and want of it; encrease, we humbly beseech thee, this happy Senfe in thy Servants, by the Experience we every Day have how unfatisfactory this World is; and grant, that finding it ordain'd by thee to encrease and widen, not fill our Capacity, we may make this only Ufe of all thy Creatures here, to