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The PRAYER.
O Blessed Redeemer, who didst remember me when I had forgetten thee, and thoughtest of me when I did not re∣gard thee! When I lay buried in the common Mass of Corru∣ption, thou didst not disdain to think on this forlorn Creature! Thou didst pity me, thou sawest my Misery, and it grieved thee at thy Heart: Thy Bowels yearn'd over me, and thou didst spread thy Mantle over me! O happy Remembrance! I had been lost if thou hadst not looked upon me, I had been undone if thou hadst not cast thine Eye upon me; yet how loth have I been to think of thee! What an Aversion have I had from re∣membring thee! How have I shifted off all serious Reflections on thy Love! I have more delighted in Trifles, than in thee! How sweet have the Thoughts of my Corn, and Wine, and Oil been to me; and how tedious, how irksome all Contemplation of tbee! When thou hast sometimes put me in mind of thy Suf∣ferings, how have I suffered Worldly Thoughts to drive thee out of my Mind! How justly mightest thou turn thy Eyes away, and hide thy Face from me! O Sweet, O Glorious Object! Ap∣pear in thy Beauty, appear in thy Glory to my Mind; that I may be throughly convinced that nothing deserves my Thoughts so much as thy self. I am resolved to remember thee with greater Delight and Constancy: Help thou me. Should not I remember thee, who hast in a manner forgotten thy self, to remember me! I can remember a Temporal Deliverance; and shall not the Deliverance of my Soul, procured by thy Death, be remembred by me! I can remember a Disaster, which hath some Years agone befallen me; and shall not I remember the infinite Misery, from which thou camest to rescue me! I will think of thee in the Night-Watches, I will think of thee when I lie down, when I awake, when I rise again. In the great Ordinance of thy Supper, I will in a most solemn manner think of thee. Teach me to remember thee here with Joy, with Pleasure, with Comfort to my Soul. Here let my Thoughts of thee be sweet. Whenever I think on thy Cross, let me re∣member how by thy Charity I was freed from the Curse of God. Thou becamest a Curse for me: Ought not this Mercy