fters, yea and my own Life alfo, rather than not be thy Disciple.

O fuffer me not to deceive my own Soul by a partial Reformation. Search me and try me, and examine my Heart, and let no fecret unmortified Luft or Paffion ever keep me from Life everlasting.

Lord, I am not my own. Thou haft bought me with the Price of thy Son's most precious Blood Thou haft often required, and lo! I now give thee my Heart, to the best of my Knowledge, without fecretly keeping back the leaft Part. For whom have I in Heaven but thee, and what is there on Earth that I can defire in Comparison of thee!

O mould me into thy own moft bleffed Image my Lord and my God. Fill me with thy Grace here, fit me for thy Glory hereafter. Even fo Lord Jefus. Amen, and Amen.

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ORD! how have I lov'd the habitation of thy House, and the Place where thine Honour dwelleth. O glorious Seat; the Refidence and the Workmanship of the great, the mighty God let me continue, let me encrease in this love of thee more and more.

Let this weary Pilgrimage be spent in advan cing daily toward thee, and may the gasping of my Soul after thee fanctify and comfort the Labours of each Day, and refresh my waking Thoughts by Night.

Let my Heart be always where my Treasure is already; and in this dry and defolate Wilderness, may I feel no other Thirst than that o arriving at my heavenly Canaan, and partaking in the Society and the Joys of that happy People who have the Lord for their God.

O may that God who made both me and thee poffefs me in thee! not that I dare prefume Ff

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to hope for thy Beauty and Bliss upon the account of any deferts of my own; but yet, the humbleft Senfe of my own unworthiness will not fink me into defpair of it, when I reflect upon the Blood of him who died to purchase this Manfion for me. Let but his Merits be applied to me; let his Interceffions affift my want of worth, and then I am fafe; for those Merits cannot be overbalanced by my Sins, nor were, or can thofe Prayers be ever offered up to God in vain.

For my own part, I confefs with Shame and Sorrow, that I have gone aftray like a Sheep that is loft, drawn out my Wandrings and my Miferies to a great length, and am caft out of the Sight of my God, into the blindness and darkness of a fpiritual Banifhment. In this forlorn Eftate I fadly bewail the wretchedness of my Captivity, and fing mournful Songs when I remember thee, O Jerufalem. As yet I am at an uncomfortable Diftance, and at beft my Feet ftand only in the outer Courts of Sion. The Beauties of the Sanctuary are behind the Veil, and kept hid from my longing Eyes; but I am full of hope, that the builder of this Sanctuary, and the gracious Shepherd of Souls, will carry me in upon his Shoulders, that I may there rejoice with that gladness unfpeakable, which all thofe happy Saints feel, who are already admitted into the Prefence of their God and Saviour; the Saviour who hath opened this Royal Palace to all Believers, by abolishing the Enmity in his Flesh, and reconciling all Things

in Heaven and Earth by his own Blood.

For he is our Peace, who hath made both one, and broken down the middle Wall of Partition, promifing to give us the fame Degree of Happiness in his own due time, which is already enjoyed by, and in thee. For thus he hath declared, that they who are worthy to obtain that World and the Refurrection from the Dead, fhall be equal unto the Angels. O Jerufalem, the eternal Habitation of the eternal God! may'ft thou be the fecond Darling of my Soul, and only he be preferred before thee my Affection, who fhed his Blood to make me worthy of thee. Be thou the Joy and Comfort of my languifhing Mind, my great fupport in Hardships and Diftreffes; may the remem brance of thee be ever sweet, and the mention of thy Name a holy Charm to drive away all Sorrow from my Soul.

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An Act of Praife.

LESS the Lord, O my Soul, and all that is within me blefs his holy Name. Blefs the Lord, O my Soul, and forget not all his Benefits. O praife the Lord, all ye Works of his, in all Places of his Dominions; praise the Lord, O my Soul.

Let us magnify that great God, whom Angels praife, whom Dominions adore, whom Powers fall down and tremble before; whofe excellent Glory Cherubim and Seraphim proclaim with loud inceffant Voices: let us then bear a part too in this heavenly Song, and together with Angels and Archangels, and all the Company of Heaven, laud and magnify that glorious Name; let us tune our Voices up with theirs, and tho' we cannot reach their Pitch, yet will we exert the utmost of our Skill and Power, in this Tribute to the fame common Lord; and fay with them, as poor Mortals are able, Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hofts; Heaven and Earth are full of thy

Glory;