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

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Devotions in the ancient way of offices with psalms, hymns, and prayers for every day in the week and every holiday in the year.
Author
Birchley, William, 1613-1669.
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Paris :: [s.n.],
1668.
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Subject terms
Catholic Church. -- Breviary.
Church of England. -- Book of common prayer.
Rhymed offices.
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Psal. LX.

UNhappy man! at first created just; as e∣very work comes fair from the hands of God.

At first endow'd with dominion o're the Earth; and, which was more, with dominion o're thy self:

At first, not only made sole Lord of Paradise; but heir apparent of the Heav'n of heav'ns.

All this thou lost by one rash act; * disobeying the Law of thy wise Creator.

All this, alas, we lost by thy transgression; which brought in sin, and death, and universal misery:

Our bodys were deprav'd by thy distemper; and our souls made fit for such depraved bodys:

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Our senses quickly rebel'd against reason; and both together conspir'd against grace.

Dulnes and ignorance o'respred the world; error and vice possest mankind.

The Law they observ'd was their own unruly appetites; and the Deity they worship'd, the work of their own hands.

Even the selected people of the true God; the favourite Nation of the Almighty Providence:

They who were brought out of Egypt with so many wonders; and seated in a Country flowing with Milk and Honey:

They, who had seen the sea divide before them; and stand on each side, as a wall to de∣fend them:

They who had tasted the quails and manna from heav••••n: and drunk of the streams that came gushing from the Rock:

Even they forgot their great Deliverer; and set up for their God a Golden Calf:

They could not worship what they did not see; they must have Gods to go before them.

Thus lay the miserable world all cover'd with darknes; and the thickest mists of gross Ido∣latry:

Thus had poor man quite lost his way; and all he could do was to wander up and down a while:

Til, when his few vain years were spent, * he suddenly descended to everlasting sorrows:

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This mov'd thy pity, gracious Lord! who of∣ten art found by those that seek thee not:

VVho never withdraw'st thy hand in time of need; but constantly supply'st us in all our di∣stresses:

This mov'd thy pity to undertake our relief; and come down thy self, and dwel among us:

That as our nature us'd to worship what it saw; we now should see what we might safely worship:

But thou again, dear Lord, must leave our world; and, though it be good for us, 'tis hard to part from Thee:

Thou must again ascend into thy Fathers bo∣som, to prepare a place for thy faithful Fol∣lowers.

Yet, even then, O thou wise and infinite Good∣nes! thou didst not wholly forsake our earth:

Only thy usual cloaths and shape were chang'd; but thy former Self stil dwels among us:

Stil thou art really here to move us by thy presence, * and entertain our devotions with∣out fear of excess:

VVe know 'tis impossible to adore our God too much; O that 'twere possible to adore him enough. Glory be, &c.

Antiph. VVhether, O my God should we wander; if left to our selvs? where should we fix our harts, if not directed by Thee?

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Antiph. Blessed be thy Providence, O God, that so tenderly nurses up the world; stil grow∣ing on to new degrees of perfection:

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