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 coft thee fo dear, and live as if to be faved were not worth our Pains? Ingrateful we! how do we flight the Kindness of our God? How carelefly comply with his gracious Design? For all his Gifts he requires no other Return, than to hope ftill more, and defire ftill greater Bleffings. For all his Favours he feeks no other Praise, than our following his Steps to arrive at his Glory. O glorious Jefus! behold to thee we bow, and humbly kifs the Duft in Honour of thy Death. Behold thus low we bow, to implore thy Bleflings; and the fure Affiftance of thy Special Grace. That we may wean our Affections from all vain Defires, and clear our Thoughts from all impertinent Fancies. Then fhall our Lives be entirely dedicated to thee, aud all the Faculties of our Souls to thy holy Service. Our Minds fhall continually ftudy thy Knowledge, and our Wills grow every Day stronger in thy Love. Our Our Memories fhall faithfully lay up thy Mercies, and both Tongue and Heart fhall fing for ever, Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the Beginning, &c. Antiphon. Let us glory in the Crofs of our Lord Jefus Chrift, in whom is our Life, and Health, and Refurrection. B Leffon. 2 Cor. 1. 31. Leffed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jefus Chrift, the Father of Mercies, and the God of all Comfort, who coinforteth us in all our Tribulations, that we may be able to comfort them which are in Trouble, by the Comfort wherewith we our felves forted of God: For as the Sufferings of Chrift abound in us, fo our Confolation aboundeth by Christ. Tu are HYMN XXII. Une now your felves, my Heart- Let us aloft our Voices raife; That our loud Song may reach the Sky, To Thee, bleft Jefus, who cameft down, Long Long had the World in Darkness fate, Till thou, and all thy glorious Light, Began to dawn from Heaven's fair Gate And with thy Beams difpel their Night. We too, alas! ftill 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, And gives his Life to take our Love. And now, my Lord, my God, my All, O no, thy ftrange Humility, Thy Wounds, thy Pains, thy Cross, thy Death. These shall alone my Wonders be, My Health, my Staff, my Joy, my Breath, To thee, great God, to thee, alone, As in paft 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 Jefus, henceforth to call him Mafter, whofe 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 Crofs. O Let us Pray. Eternal Father, who fenteft down thine only Son to redeem the World, enflav'd to Sin, and Satan, by affuming our frail Nature, and powerfully teaching us, both by Word, and Example, the only way to that Blifs for which we are created! Grant, we humbly befeech thee, that the continual Memory of his bitter Paffion, and Death on the Crofs, may beget in us an utter cotempt of the Goods, or Ills we meet with here, compar'd to the advancing our felves or others, in the Efteem of what we hope for hereafter, through the fame our Lord Jefus Chrift thy Son, who, with thee, and the Holy Spirit, liveth, and reigneth ever One God, World without End. Amen. t Here, on every Friday, and other Day that is a Day of Fafting, fay, kneeling. V. Lord, have Mercy upon us. V. Have Mercy upon us, O Lord, have Mercy upon us; R. For our Souls truft 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 finned against thee. V. Our Iniquities are gone over our Head; 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 fees 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; R. And |