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NOW thou hast found thy happy End; and found it the only Good that lasts for ever:
Study, O my Soul, to know still more; and still more value those Immortal Joys.
Strive for so glorious a Prize with thy whole force; and the utmost strainings of all thy Faculties.
Purchase at any rate that blest Inheri∣tance; and wisely neglect even all things else.
All that divert thee from thy holy Course; or but retard the speed of thy Advance.
For though the least in the Kingdom of Heaven be happy enough; where every Vessel is fill'd to the brim:
Yet to enlarge our Capacity to the least higher degree, deserves the busiest dili∣gence of our whole Life.
Shall the industrious Bee endure no rest; but fly, and sing, and labour all the day?
Shall the unwearied Ant be running up and down; to fetch and carry a few Grains of Corn?
And we, for whom all Nature so faith∣fully Works; and tires it self in a perpe∣tual Motion.
For whom the tender Providence of God commands even his Angels to watch and pray:
For whom the ador'd Jesus came down from Heaven; and spent a whole Life in continual Labours:
Shall we sleep on in a drowsy Sloath; and not stir a Finger to help our selves?
Away my Soul, and chide thy fluggish Thoughts; and let their stupid Folly plain∣ly know:
We have a Store to provide as well as Ants; and infinitely richer than their poor Hoard.
We have a Work to do as well as Bees; and infinitely sweeter than all their Ho∣ney.
What can so nobly enrich an immortal Soul; as still to be gathering a Stock for Eternity?
What can so highly delight one, that every Day improves; as daily to see the exercise of his Hope?
O blessed Hope, be thou my chief de∣light; and the only Treasure I covet to lay up.
Be thou the quickening Life of all my Actions; and sweet alloy of all my Suf∣ferings.
So shall I ne'er refuse the meanest La∣bours; whilst I look to receive such glori∣ous Wages.
So shall I ne'er repine at any Temporal Loss; whilst I hope to gain such eternal Rewards.
Glory be to the Father, &c. As it was in the Beginning, &c.