The Law and ceremonies made

A glorious night,

Where stars, and clouds, both light and shade
Had equal right:

But as in nature, when the day
Breaks, night adjourns,

So when the Sun of righteousness
Did once appear,

That scene was changed, and a new dresse,
Left for us here;

Veils became useless, altars fell,

Fires smoking die;

And all that sacred pomp and shell
Of things did flie.

Then did He shine forth, whose sad fall
And bitter fights

Were figured in those mystical

And cloudie rites :

And as in the natural Sun, these three,
Light, motion, heat,

So are now Faith, Hope, Charity,

Through Him complete.

Faith spans up blisse; what sin and death
Put us quite from,

Lest we should run for't out of breath,
Faith brings us home;

So that I need no more, but say—
"I do believe,"

And my most loving Lord straightway

Doth answer;

"LIVE."

COLLECT.

most merciful God, who, according to the multitude of Thy mercies, dost so put away the sins of those who truly repent, that Thou remem= berest them no more; Open Thine eye of mercy upon this Thy servant, who most earnestly desireth pardon and forgiveness. Renew in him, most loving Father, whatsoever hath been decayed by the fraud and malice of the devil, or by his own carnal will and frailness; preserve and continue this sick member in the unity of the Church: consider his contrition, accept his tears, asswage his pain, as shall seem to Thee most expedient for him. And forasmuch as he putteth his full trust only in Thy mercy, impute not unto him his former sins, but strengthen him with Thy blessed Spirit; and when Thou art pleased to take him hence, take him unto Thy favour, through the merits of Thy most dearly beloved Son Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Open Thine eye of mercy upon this Thy servant, who most earnestly desireth pardon and forgiveness.

PSALM CXXX.

Phineas Fletcher.

FR

ROM the depths of grief and fear,
O Lord! to Thee my soul repairs:
From Thy Heaven bow down Thine ear ;
Let Thy mercy meet my prayers.

O if Thou mark'st

What's done amiss,

What soul so pure,

Can see Thy bliss?

But with Thee sweet mercy stands,
Sealing pardons, working fear :
Wait my soul, wait on His hands;
Wait mine eye, O wait mine ear :
If He his eye

Or tongue affords,
Watch all His looks,

Catch all His words.

As a watchman waits for day,

And looks for light, and looks again;
When the night grows old and gray,
To be relieved he calls amain ;

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So look, so wait,

So long mine eyes,
To see my Lord,

My Sun arise.

Wait, ye saints, wait on our Lord;

For from His tongue sweet mercy flows: Wait on His cross, wait on His word; Upon that tree redemption grows;

He will redeem

His Israel

From sin and wrath,

From death and hell.

Open Thine eye of mercy upon this Thy servant.

PSALM XLII.

PARAPHRASE.

Lewis Way.

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IKE as the thirsty roe doth strive

To reach the river side, My longing soul, to God alive, Desireth none beside.

For God, the living God, I pant,
His countenance to see,

For in His presence all I want
Will manifested be.

Tears are my meat by day and night,
Beneath His chast'ning rod;
My foes continually say,

"Ah! where is now thy God?”.

I think thereon with pensive care,
In secret muse alone,
Or with the multitude repair

To bow before His throne.

With such as keep His holy day
My feeble voice I raise,
I find it good with them to pray,
To offer thanks and praise.

Then why so heavy, O my soul?
Why sinks the drooping head?
His mercy soon will make thee whole,
Be not disquieted.

Remember Jordan's promised land;
The people vexed like you,
Shall taste again at His command
Of Hermon's heavenly dew.

One deep doth on another call,
Like waterpipes below,
The waves uprising but to fall,
Subsiding as they flow.

The loving-kindness of the day
Shall be my nightly song,
And while I live, to Him I'll pray
Who doth my life prolong.