Devotions in the ancient way of offices. With psalms, hymns, and prayers for every day of the week and every holiday in the year. / Reformed by A person of quality, ; and published by George Hickes, D.D.

Psalm 49.

LOrd! as thy All-wise Providence seems to sleep sometimes; and permits the Storm to grow high and loud:

Yet never failes to relieve thy Ser∣vants; who faithfully call on thee in the Day of Trouble:

So let thy favourable Hand still bear us up; when thou seest us charg'd with any dangerous Assault.

Leave us not then to our own Infirmi∣ties; lest the Enemy of Souls prevail a∣gainst us.

Forsake not our Misery when we are fallen; lest we lie for ever groveling on the Earth.

Suffer not our Frailties to become a Custom; lest we die impenitent, and pe∣rish without Recovery.

Deliver us, O Lord, from the Occasi∣ons of Sin; and the Importunities of such as delight in Folly.

Deliver us from the Snare of inticing Company; and the dangerous Infection of ill Example:

Infection that spreads in every place its poisonous Air; and where-e'er it enters, corrupts and kills.

Once more, my Soul, let's repeat this Prayer; and humbly implore again so necessary a Blessing.

Deliver us, O Lord, from the Occasi∣ons of Sin; and the Importunities of such as delight in Folly.

Deliver us from the Snare of inticing Company; and the dangerous Infection of ill Example.

Set a strict Watch continually before our Eyes; and diligently keep the Door of our Lips.

Govern all our Senses that they seduce not our Mind; and order every Motion of our Heart and Fancy.

Perfect, O dear Redeemer, the Work thou hast begun; and make even our Pas∣sions Servants of thy Grace.

Change our rude Anger into a Severity against our selves; and a prudent Zeal for others.

Convert our Fear into a Timorousness to offend; and an awful Reverence to thy Sacred Name.

Let all our Affections be turn'd into Charity; that our Hearts may desire no∣thing but Thee.

Whom we may safely love with our whole Strength; whose Heaven we may Covet, and fear no Ex∣cess.

O Thou, whose blissful Vision is the Joy of Angels; and sovereign Happiness of all Saints!

O that our Souls cou'd love thee with∣out Limits; as thou art in thy self most infinitely amiable.

That we cou'd fix all our Thoughts on Thee; and never take them off from the Memory of thy Sweetness.

At least, O thou Fountain of eternal Blifs, and Bounty that flows so freely with eternal Blessings!

Let every Day we receive of thee, still set apart some Portion of it self:

Seriously to meditate thy infinite Mer∣cies; and heartily rejoyce in thy glorious Rewards:

Mercies that give us all we have; and Rewards that reserve for us all we can wish.

Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the beginning, &c.