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O my soul, tarry thou the Lord's leisure, be strong and he shall comfort thy heart, and put thou thy trust in the Lord!!

Into thy hands I commend my spirit, for thou hast redeemed me, O Lord, thou God of truth.

In my Father's house are many mansions, and thou, Lord Jesus, art gone before to prepare the place for us, that where thou art we may be also 2!

Lord, be merciful to me a miserable sinner.

O Lord God, we must all at the last day appear before thy judgment-seat; O cleanse me from my sins, that I may be found blameless at the coming of the Lord Jesus!

As the day goeth away, and the shadows of the evening are stretched out, so passeth away my life, even like a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and vanisheth away 3 !

Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, the good things which God hath laid up for those that love him. Lord, do thou therefore inflame my soul with thy love1!

I know, Lord, that thy judgments are right, and thou of very faithfulness hast caused me to be troubled 5.

O heavenly Father, my hope is wholly in thy mercy, and in the merits and sufferings of my Saviour, O for his sake forgive and save me!

To these and the like ejaculations, Philotheus, which thou mayest gather thyself, thou mayest now and then either read a Psalm yourself, or have one read to you, as particularly the 23rd or 25th, or 27th

1 Psalm xxvii. 16.

* 1 Cor. ii. 9.

2 John xiv. 2.

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3 Jer. vii.; Jam. iv. 14. Psalm exix. 75.

or 51st, or any other that does best suit with thy

condition.

I need give you no farther directions for the time of sickness, because I presume, Philotheus, that when you feel your sickness prevailing on you, you will then send for a spiritual guide, who will give you more particular advice, and minister to all the necessities of your soul, and therefore I shall only add this form of thanksgiving.

A THANKSGIVING FOR RECOVERY.

Glory be to thee, O heavenly Father, for the sickness thou hast in mercy sent me!

Lord, the stripes thou didst lay on me, were the stripes of love, glory be to thee!

Before I was troubled, I went wrong, but now will I keep thy word '.

It is good for me that I have been in trouble, that I might learn thy statutes.

Glory be to thee, O Lord, glory be to thee, for delivering me from the terrors of death, and restoring me to my health again, glory be to thee!

I called upon the Lord in my trouble, and the Lord heard me at large2!

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 sing praise unto my God!

O Lord God, who hast in thy tender mercy pro1 Psalm cxix. 67. 2 Psalm cxviii. 5.

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longed my days in this world, give me grace to spend that life thou hast now lengthened, in thy service. O give me grace to perform all my resolutions of new obedience, and so to live in the filial fear of thee, all the remainder of my time, that I may at last 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 whose holy words I sum up all my wants: Our Father, &c.

To this you may add, if you think fit, the 103rd Psalm.

To conclude, good Philotheus, if you have reaped any good from these prayers and instructions, be sure to give God hearty thanks for it, and let this encourage you to make the more frequent use of them, and God of his infinite mercy bless them every day more and more to your growth in grace, and to his own glory. Amen.

THREE HYMNS

BY

THE AUTHOR OF THE MANUAL OF PRAYERS.

For the use of the Scholars of Winchester College'.

A MORNING HYMN.

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Thy precious time mispent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.

In conversation be sincere,

Keep conscience as the noon-tide clear.
Think how all-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

By influence of the light divine,
Let thy own light to others shine,
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays,
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.

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'Wake, and lift up thyself my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing,
High praise to the eternal King.

I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir,
May your devotion me inspire,
That I like you my age may spend,
Like you may on my God attend.

May I like you on God delight,
Have all day long my God in sight,
Perform like you my Maker's will,
O may I never more do ill.

Had I your wings to heaven I'd fly,
But God shall that defect supply;
soul wing'd with warm desire,
Shall all day long to heaven aspire.

And my

All praise to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me whilst I slept :
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless light partake.

I would not wake, nor rise again,
Even heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert not thou there to be enjoy'd,
And I in hymns to be employed.

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.

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