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HAppy are they, O glorious Lord, * who every where adore thy Presence:
Happy, who live on earth as in the sight of the King of heaven; and every moment say in their hart, Our God is here:
Here in the Center of our souls, to witnes all our thoughts; and judg exactly our most se∣cret intents:
Though his Throne of state be establisht a∣bove; and the splendors of his glory shine only on the Blessed:
Yet his unlimited Ey looks down to this low∣er world; and beholds all the ways of the chil∣dren of Adam:
If we go out, he marks our steps; and, when we retire, our Closet excludes not him:
While we are alone, He minds our contri∣vings; and the ends we aim at in all our studys:
When we converse with others, He observs our deportment; and the good or ill we do them, or our selvs:
In our devotions he notes our carriage; and regards with what attention we recite our pray'rs.
All the day long He considers how we spend our time; and our darkest night conceals not our works from Him:
If we deceive our Neighbor, He spys the fraud; and hears the least whisper of a slander∣ing tongue:
If we in secret oppress the Poor; or by pri∣vate alms relieve their wants:
If in our harts we murmur at the Rich; or live contented with our litle portion:
What e're we do, He perfectly sees us; wher e're we are, he is sure to be with us:
Why, O thou Soveraign Lord of heav'n! why dost thou stoop thus low thy glorious Ey?
What canst thou find that here deservs thy sight; among the trifles of our empty world?
What canst thou find, alas, that should not
fear thy sight; among the follys of our vicious lives?
'Tis not thy self, O Lord, thou seekst to satis∣fy; but all thy design is for our advantage.
Thou graciously stand'st by, to see as work; that thine awful ey may quicken our diligence.
Thou art still at hand to relieve our wants; that so friendly a nearnes may increase; our con∣fidence.
Thou appear'st still ready to punish our sins; that the shake of thy rod may prevent our mi∣serys.
Sure, O my God, thy favours must needs be sweet; since even thy threatnings have so much mercy.
Sure we must needs be worse then blind; if to the face of heav'n we dare be wicked.
Henceforth, O gracious Lord! as children freely play * in the indulgent presence of their tender father.
So make us still, with humble boldnes * re∣joyce before Thee our merciful Creator.
And as new pardon'd subjects justly fear * the angry brow of their offended Prince.
So let our oft-forgiven souls, continually trem∣ble *, to provoke the wrath of thy dread Ma∣jesty.
O temper thus our love with reverence; and thus allay our fear with hope.
Glory be, &c.
Antiph. All things ly open to the eys of our God: all things are naked to Him with whom we speak.
Antiph. Happy we, who have our God so near us; happy, if our pious lives keep us near Him.