Reform'd devotions, in meditations, hymns, and petitions, for every day in the week, and every holiday in the year divided into parts.

Hymn 24.

DO I resolve an easie life, With plenty stor'd, and free from strife; When, my dear Lord, thy days and nights Were past in poverty and fights?

Do I design a gentle Death, Just singing out my aged Breath; When, my Love, cruel tortures tore Thy dear Soul out, all drown'd in gore?

Oh no; our Christian Sacrifice, Acting, in a sweet disguise,

My Saviours Passion o're again, Shall all such fond Conceits restrain.

This must keep lively in my mind, How I ought still to be resign'd. This humble pattern should destroy My sensual Grief and worldly Joy.

Are Sufferings Ills? No, Goodness chose His, and our way to Bliss through those. Are Pleasures Goods? No, Wisdom scorn'd Their dalliance, and has us forewarn'd.

This, Lord, this make my Song to be, At least, whene're I meet with thee; Thee its glad ground so oft repeating, As may prevent my Souls forgetting.

Jesu! thus arm'd, no terrours shall E're make my vertuous Courage fall: No flatteries here my blest hopes drown, Since thy sad Cross led to thy Crown.

O live for ever, glorious Lord, Live by all Heaven and Earth ador'd: May both their joyful praises give, They who can see, we who believe.

Praise to the glorious Three in One Let Time ascribe till Time be done: Then let the work continued be, By an endless Eternity.