3 Let the fhrill Trumpet's warlike Voice make Rocksand Hills his Praife rebound; Praise him with. Harp's melodious Noife, and gentle Pfalt'ry's filver Sound. 4 Let Virgin-Troops foft Timbrels bring, and fome with graceful Motion dance; Let Inftruments of various Strings,

with Organs join'd, his Praise advance.
5 Let them who joyful Hymns compofe,
to Cymbals fet their Songs of Praife;
Cymbals of common Ufe, and those
that loudly found on folemn Days.
6 Let all that vital Breath enjoy,

the Breath he does to them afford,
In juft Returns of Praise employ;
let ev'ry Creature praife the Lord!

VENI CREATO R.

ICOME, Holy Ghost, eternal God,
proceeding from Above,

Both from the Father and the Son,
the God of Peace and Love.

2 Vifit our Minds, and into us
thy heavenly Grace infpire;
That Truth and God inefs we may
purfue with full Defire.

Thou art the very Comforter

3

in all Grief and Diftrefs:

The

The heav'nly Gift of God most high,
which no Tongue can exprefs :
4 The Fountain, and the living Spring
of Joy celeftial:

The Fire fo bright, the Love fo fweet,
and Unction fpiritual.

5 Thou in thy Gifts art manifold,
whereby Christ's Church doth ftand;
In faithful Hearts writing thy Law,
the Finger of God's Hand.
6 According to thy Promie made,
thou giveft Speech with Grace:
That through thy Help God's Praifes may
refound in ev'ry Place.

VENI CREATOR. P. 2.
O Holy Ghoft, into our Souls
fend down thy heavenly Light;

Inflame our Hearts with fervent Love
to ferve God Day and Night.

2 Our Weakness ftrengthen and confirm,
which feeble is and frail:

That neither Devil, World, nor Flesh,
against us may prevail

3 Our Enemies put far from us,

and help us to obtain

Peace in our Hearts with God and Man,

the beft and trueft Gain.

4 And grant, O Lord, that thou being
our Leader and our Guide,

We may escape che Snares of Sin,
and never from thee ilide,

5 Such Measures of thy pow'rful Grace.
grant, Lord, to us, we pray;

That thou may'ft be our Comforter
at the last dreadful Day..

A Prayer to the Holy Ghoft, to be fung before the Sermon.

ICOME, Holy Spirit, God of Might,

the Comforter of all:

Teach us to know thy Word aright, that we may never fall. 2 O Holy Ghoft, visit our Land, defend us with thy Shield: Against all Sin and Wickedness, Lord, help us win the Field. 3 O Lord, preferve our King, and bless his Counsel, that they may Be ftedfaft in the Gospel of

our Saviour Christ alway.

4 O Lord, that giv'ft thy holy Word,
fend Preachers plenteously:

That in the fame we may accord,
and therein live and die.

A Prayer to the Holy Ghoft, to be fung before the Sermon. P. 2.

Holy Spirit, guide aright

the Preachers of thy Word,

That thou by them may'ft cut down Sin,

as it where with a Sword.

2 Depart

2 Depart not from thy Paftors pure,
but aid them at their Need;
Who break to us the Bread of Life,
whereon our Souls do feed.

3 Convert all those that are our Foes,
and bring them to thy Light:
That they and we may all

agree,

and praise thee Day and Night.

4 True Faith in us, O Lord, increase,
and let Love for abound,

That Man and Wife may live in Peace,
and all about us round.

5. In our Time give thy Peace, O Lord,
to Nations far and nigh:

And teach them all thy Word, that they
may fing to thee, Moft-High.

The Lamentation of a Sinner.

Lord, turn not thy Face away From him that lies proftrate, Lamenting fore his finful Life, Before thy Mercy-Gate;

2 Which thou doft open wide to those,
That do lament their Sin:

O fhut it not against me, Lord,
But let me enter in.

3 Call me not to a ftrict Account
How I have lived here:

For then I know right well, O Lord,
Moft vile I fhall appear.

4 I need not to confefs my Lite,
For furely thou canst tell:

What

What I have been, and what I am,
Thou knoweft very well.

5 O Lord, thou know'st what Things be paft, Also the Things that be:

Thou know'it alfo what is to come,
Nothing is hid from thee,

6 Before the Heav'ns and Earth where made
Thou knew'ft what Things were then ;
As all Things elfe that have been done
Among the Sons of Men.

And can the Things that I have done
Be hidden from thee then?

No, no, thou know'ft them all, O Lord,
Where they were done, and when.

8 Wherefore with Fears I come to thee To beg and to entreat:

Ev'n as a Child that hath done Ill,

And feareth to be beat.

So come I to the Throne of Grace,
Where Mercy doth abound,
Defiring Mercy for my Sin,
To heal my deadly Wound,
10 O Lord, I need not to repeat,
What I do beg or crave:

For thou doft know, before I afk,
The Thing that I would have:
11 Mercy, good Lord, Mercy I ask,›
This is the total Sum,

For Mercy, Lord, is all my Suit
O let thy Mercy come.