Devotions in the ancient way of offices with psalms, hymns, and prayers for every day in the week and every holiday in the year.

Psal. VIII.

LEt them, O Lord, seek other delights; who expect no felicity from thee.

Let them fill up their time with other imploy∣ments; who think thy rewards not worth their labour.

As for thy servants, our chief content shall be, to meditate the glories prepar'd for us above.

All the few years we live shall spend them∣selvs; to purchase that one eternal Day.

That Day whose brightness knows no night; nor ever fears the least eclips.

Whose chearful brow no cloud o'recasts; nor storm molests the passage of its rays.

But still shines on serene and clear; and fills with splendors that spacious Palace.

It needs not the fading lustre of our Sun; nor the borrow'd silver of the Moon.

The Sun that rises there is the Lamb; and the Light that shines, the Glory of God.

O how beauteous truths are sung of thee, thou City of the King of Heav'n!

Thy walls are rais'd with precious stones; and every gate is of one rich pearl.

Thy mansions are built with choicest jewels; and the pavement of thy streets is transparent gold,

Down in the midst runs a crystal river; perpe∣tually flowing from the throne of God.

There all along those pleasant banks, delici∣ously grows the tree of life.

Healing all wounds with its balmy leaves; and making imortal all that tast but its fruit.

Thus is the holy City built; thus is the new Jerusalem adorn'd.

O fortunate and glorious City! how free and happy are thy glad Inhabitants!

Every head wears a royal Crown; and every hand a palm of Victory.

Every ey overflows with joy; and every tongue with Psalms of praise.

Behold, O my soul, the inheritance we seek; and where can we find more riches to invite us?

Behold the felicities to which we are cal'd; and where can we meet such pleasures to enter∣tain us?

Away then all vain and worldly desires; be banisht for ever from molesting my peace.

Descend thou blessed Heav'n into my hart; or rather take up my hart to thee.

Thy joys are too great to enter into me; O make me fit to enter into them.

Make me still think on my Country above; and there establish my eternal home.

Where I shall dwell perpetually in the view of my God; and be fill'd for ever with the

sweetness of his presence. Glory be, &c. Antiph. Glorious things are said of thee, thou City of the King of Heaven! Alleluja. Antiph. If these imperfect shadows so sweet∣ly please; how will the real substance transport our harts! Alleluja.