Thus the far greatest part of wretched Mankind, whom thy Goodness created in thine own Similitude:

Whom thou haft redeemed with thy precious Blood, and defigned to fo great and long a Happiness:

Still fail, alafs! of their true End; and die in their Sins, and eternally perish.

Look down, O Lord, and behold from Heaven; behold from the Habitation of thy Holiness.

Where's thy Zeal, and the Sounding of thy Bowels of Mercy? Where are thy Prom fes to thy beloved Son?

Haft thou not faid, All Nations shall adore him; and that all the People upon Earth fhall be bleffed in him?

Haft thou not faid thy felf, Lord Jefus ! When I am exalted, I will draw all Men un

to me?

Haft thou not given thy Difciples exprefs Commiffion, to go into all the World, and preach the Gospel to every Creature?

Remember, O thou God of everlasting Truth! Remember, O thou Author and Finisher of our Faith!

Remember these thy dear Engagements; and graciously accomplish what thou haft mercifully begun.

Vifit, Lord, thine own House first; and thoroughly redress what thou find'st amifs.

Make

Make our Lives Holy as thou haft made our Faith; and perfectly unite us in the Bonds of Love.

Kindle in the Hearts of Kings, and the great Ones of the World, an Heroick Spirit to advance thy Glory.

Enflame the Hearts of the Prelates, and Priests of thy Church, with a generous Zeal for Conversion of Souls.

Convince them all, it is the End and Duty of their Place; to improve Mankind in Vertue and Religion.

One Mercy more we humbly beg; which, O! may thy Providence favourably fupply. Prepare, O Lord, the Hearts of thofe that err; and make them apt to receive the Truth.

Then chufe thy burning, and thy fhinîng Lights; and fend them forth over all the World.

Send them, O God of infinite Charity! but fend them not alone; left they faint by the Way, and mifcarry in the End.

Go with them thy felf, and guide them by thy Grace; and crown their Labours with thy powerful Bleffing.

So fhall the humble Vallies be rais'd up; and the stubborn Mountains be brought low.

So fhall the crooked Paths be made strait; and the rough Ways fmooth and plain.

So fhall the Glory of God be every where reveal'd; and all Flefh fhall fee it together.

Happy

Happy the Times when this shall come to pass; happy the Eyes that shall see these

Times.

Come glorious Days, wherein that Sun fhall fhine; which enlightens at once both Hemifpheres.

Come, Holy Jefus, and make those glorious Days; and let no Cloud overcaft them for ever.

Come, and in the largest Senfe maintain thy Title; be effectually the Saviour of the univerfal World.

Glory be to the Father, &c.

As it was in the Beginning, &c.

Antiphon.

In thee, O Lord, is all our Hope; have Mercy upon the Work of thine own Hands.

Fo

Titus, Chap. 2. Ver. 11.

OR the Grace of God, that bringeth Salvation, hath appear'd to all Men; Teaching us that denying Ungodliness, and worldly Lufts, we should live foberly, righteously,and godly in this prefent World;

Looking for that bleffed Hope, and glorious Appearing of the Great God, and our Saviour Jefus Chrift:

Who gave himself for us, that he might redeem us from all Iniquity; and purifie unto himself a People zealous of good Works.

HYMN

HYMN XXXI.

ESU! whofe Grace inspires thy Priefts, To keep alive thy folemn Feafts. The Memory of thy Love; O may we here so pass thy Days, That they at laft our Souls may raife, To feast with thee above.

Jefu! behold wife Men from far,
Led to thy Cradle by a Star.

Bring Gifts to thee their King;
O guide us by thy Light, that we
May find the right Way, and to thee
Our felves for Tribute bring.

Jefu, the pure, and spotlefs Lamb,
Who to the Temple humbly came,
Those legal Rights to pay!

O make our proud, and stubborn Will,
Thine, and the Church's Laws fulfil,
Whate're fond Nature say:

Jefu, who on that fatal Wood
Pour'dft forth thy Life's last Drop of Blood,
Nail'd to thy fhameful Cross,
O may we blefs thy Love, and be
Ready, dear Lord, to bear for thee
All Grief, all Pain, all Lofs.

Jefu, who by thine own Love flain,
By thine own Pow'r took'ft Life again,
And from the Grave did'st rife!

O may thy Death our Spirits revive,
And at our Death a new Life give,
A Life that never dies.

Jefu, who to thy Heaven again
Return'dft in Triumph, there to reign,
O Men, and Angels King.

O may our parting Souls take Flight,
Up to that Land of Joy, and Light,
And there for ever fing:

All Glory to the Sacred Three,
One Undivided Deity,

All Honour, Power, and Praise :
O may thy blessed Name shine bright,
Crown'd with thofe Beams of glorious
Its own eternal Rays.
(Light,

Here proper, (as in Festivals) Elfe as follows

Ant.] Come all you Nations of the Earth, whom the Mercy of the Lord hath redeemed; come, and in Honour of the Divine Son, fing the Canticle of the blessed Mother. Alleluja.

Magnificat. My Soul doth magnifie the Lord, &c. as at Sunday Vefpers: then repeat Ant.

Let us Pray.

O Holy, and ever bleffed Jefus, who

being the eternal Son of God, and most high in the Glory of God the Father, Vouchfafed'ft for us Sinners to be born of an

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