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Compline for our Blessed Saviour
Whither, O my God, should we go, but unto Thee? thou hast the words of eternal Life.
REtire now, O my Soul, from thy com∣mon Thoughts; permitted to en∣tertain thy less serious Hours.
Retire, and call thy wandering Fancies home; and speedily range them into Peace and Order.
Come to me (saith our blessed Saviour) all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my Yoke upon you, and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in Heart; and ye shall find rest unto your Souls.
For my Yoke is easie; and my burden light.
Enough, dear Lord, enough is said; to draw all the World to thy Holy Disci∣pline.
What can be offer'd so agreeable to our Natures; (too much, alas, inclin'd to Plea∣sure and Profit.)