the supernatural center of all their hopes:
O happy state of reverend Discipline! free
from the cares and tumults of this world:
Free from the dangerous allurements of sin;
and perpetually solicited with engagements to
vertue:
Where they seldom fall, and quickly rise;
and make swift advances in the way to heav'n:
Where they live in purity, and dy with
confidence; and go to sing among the Quires of
Angels.
Blest Providence! who govern'st all things in
perfect wisdom; and assign'st to every one his
proper place:
If Thou hast pleas'd to dispose our lives, * in
circumstances less favourable then these:
O let thy powerful hand supply our wants *
and lead us on in our low path:
That, at least, afar off we may follow them,
* who strive to tread so near thy steps:
So shal we too, though slowly, arrive, * at
the rich inheritance of that holy Land:
So shal we gladly enter those Blysful gates;
and dwel for ever in the City of peace.
Glory be, &c.
Antiph. Well done thou good and faithful
servant: I gave thee five talents, and thou hast
gain'd five more; enter into thy Masters joy.
Our Father: —