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Can we remember thy Labours for us, and not be convinced of our Duty to thee?
Can our cold Hearts recount thy Sufferings, and not be enflamed with the Love that fuffer'd ?
Can we believe our Salvation cost thee so dear, and live as if to be saved were not worth our Paias?
Ingrateful we! how do we night the Kindness of our God ? How carelesly com. ply with his gracious Design?
For all his Gifts he requires no other Return, than to hope still more, and desire still greater Blesings.
For all his Favours he seeks no other Praise, than our following his Steps to arrive at his Glory.
O glorious Jesus! behold to thee we bow, and humbly kiss the Dust in Honour of thy Death.
Behold thus low we bow, to implore thy Blessings; and the sure Alistance of thy special Grace
That we may wean our Affections from all vain Desires, and clear our Thoughts from all impertinent Fancies.
Then shall our Lives be entirely dedicated to thee, and all the Faculties of our Souls to thy holy Service.
Our Minds shall continually study thy Knowledge, and our Wills grow every Day stronger in thy Love.
Our Memories shall faithfully lay, up thy Mercies, and both Tongue and Heart shall sing for ever,
Glory be to the Father, &c.
Lesjon. 2 Cor. 1. 31.
Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of Mercies, and the God of all Comfort, who comforteth us in all our Tribulations, that we may be able to comfort them which are in Trouble, by the Comfort wherewith we our felves are comforted of God : For as the Sufferings of Christ abound in us, so our Confolation aboundeth by Christ.
And there present to Thee our Praise.
To Thee, blest Jesus, who camest down,
From those bright Spheres of Joy'above ; To purchase us a dear-bought Crown, And wooe our Souls to espouse thy Long.
Long had the World in Darknefs fate,
Till thou, and all thy glorious Light, Began to dawn from Heaven's fair Gate
And with thy Beams dispel their Night. We too, alas ! still here had stood,
As common Slaves in the fame Shade, But Mercy came, and with his Blood,
Our general Ransom freely paid. Not all the Spite of all the Jews,
Nor Death it self could him remove; Still he his blest Design pursues,
And gives his Life to take our Love.
And now, my Lord, my God, my All,
What shall I most in thee admire; That Power that made the World, and shall
The World again dissolve by Fire ?
My Health, my Staff, my Joy, my Breath, To thee, great God, to thee, alone,
Three Persons in one Deity, As in past-Ages was, be done,
All Glory now, and ever be. Amen.
Antiphon. We are bought with a Price, even the most precious Sweat, and Blood of Jesus, henceforth to call him Master, whose Service is perfect Freedom; and gives us,effectual Power to become the Sons of God.
V. The Chains fell off our Hands, and Feet.
R. When thine, dear Redeemer, were nailed to the Cross.
Let us Pray.
thine only Son to redeem the World, enllav'd to Sin, and Satan, by assuming our frail Nature, and powerfully teaching us, both by Word, and Example, the only way to that Bliss for which we are created ! Grant, we humbly beseech thee, that the continual Meniory of his bitter Passion, and Death on the Cross, may beget in us an utter cotempt of the Goods, or Als we meet with here, compar’d to the advancing our selves or others, in the Esteem of what we hope for hereafter, through the fame our Lord Jesus Christ thy Son, who, with thee, and the Holy Spirit, liveth, and reigneth ever One God, World without End. Amen.
Here, on every Friday, and other Day that is
a Day of Fafting, say, kneeling.
V. Lord, have Mercy upon us.
Our Father, &c.
V. Have Mercy upon us, O Lord, have Mercy upon us ;
R. For our Souls trust in thee.
V. And under the Shadow of thy Wings will we hope;
R. Till our Iniquities pass away.
V. Have Mercy upon us, O Lord, for we are weak;
R. Heal us, O Lord, for we have sinned against thee.
V. Our Iniquities are gone over our
R. And, like, a fad Burthen, fit heavy upon us.
V. Will not our God require an Account of these Things?
R. Will he not examine every passage of our Lives?
V. He sees the Secrets of our Hearts;
R. And our darkest Sins are not hid from him.
V. Lord, make us judge our felves, left we be condemn'd by thee;