Psal. XXIV.
MY God, in every thing I see thy hand; in every passage thy gracious Providence:
Thou wisely govern'st the house thou hast built; and preventest with thy mercy's all our wants:
Thou cal'st us up in the early morning; and giv'st us light by the beams of thy Sun:
To labour every one in their proper Office; and fill the litle place appointed them in the world:
Thou provid'st a rest for our weary Evening; and favour'st our sleep with a shady darknes:
To refresh our bodys in the peace of night; and save the wast of our decaying spirits:
Again thou awak'st our drowsy eys; and bid'st us return to our dayly task:
Thus has thy wisdom mixt our life; and beauteously interwoven it of rest and work:
Whose mutual changes sweeten each other; and both prepare us for our greatest duty:
Of finishing here the work of our Salvation; to rest herafter in thy holy peace.
Glory be, &c.