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MY God, my Happiness, who art as well the End as the Author of my Being; who hast more perfection than I have desire, and art also seriously willing to quench my great Thirst in the Ocean of thy Perfection; I beseech thee shew me thy Glory. Withdraw thy hand from the Clift of the rock, and remove the bounds from the Mount of thy Presence, that I may see thee as thou art, face to face, and ever dwell in the light of thy Beauty. I have long dwelt with Vanity and Emptiness, and have made my self weary in the persuit of Rest. O let me not fail at last, after my many wandrings and dis∣appointments, to be taken up into this true and only Ark of repose and security, where I may for ever rest, and for ever bless the Author of my Happiness. In the mean time strike, I be∣seech thee, my Soul with such lively and ravish∣ing apprehensions of thy excellencies, such bright irradiations of thy divine light, that I may see enough to love thee infinitely, to de∣pend on thee for my happiness entirely, to live upon holy hopes and comfortable expectations, and to bear up my Spirit under the greatest Ari∣ditys and dejections with the delightfull pro∣spect of thy Glorys. O let me sit down under