Psal. I.
BEhold the Angels assembled in their Quires; & the blessed Saints ready with their Hymns: behold the Church prepares her solemn Offices; and Summons all her Children to bring in their prayses.
Come, let's adore our glorify'd Jesus.
The King of heav'n himself invites us, and gra¦ciously calls us into his own presence: He bids us suspend our mean imployments in the world; to receive the honour of treating with Him.
Come, let's adore our glorify'd Jesus.
To him we ow all the days of our life; at least, let us pay this one to his service: a service so sweet, and easie in it self; and so infinitely rich in its eternal rewards.
Come, let's adore our glorify'd Jesus.
Let us chearfully ascend to the house of our Lord, the place he has chosen, for our sakes, to dwel in: let us reverently bow to his holy Al∣tars; where himself in person comes to meet our prayrs.
Come, let's adore our glorify'd Jesus.