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For all who thither drawn by love.
Have nobly fix'd their hearts above:
Such as here thought it high reward
To fuffer with their fuff'ring Lord.

Thus hardeft marbles, toughest oaks,
Polifh'd and fhap'd by dint of strokes,
The fkilful artift's able hand

Makes fit to take their place, and stand
On highest pinacles, to fhine

O'er all the edifice divine.

To thee, Moft High, our voice we raise,
To thee, Moft High in all thy ways,
We, both the Father and the Son,
And Paraclete, adore in one?

Whilft endless anthems found thy fame.
And loud Hofanna's echo to thy name..
The HYMN at Lauds.

Alto ox Olympi vertice.

ROM high Olympus' top the Son
Of God, and living Corner-flone.

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Hewn without hands, came down to fhew How far humility cou'd go,

And join'd at his ftupendous birth

Both grace and nature, heav'n and earth.

By this alliance happy we

Partakers of the harmony!

Angels above divifion run,

And fing inceffant three and one;
Whilft Sion with a tuneful heart,

Replies and fings a fecond part.

Hither, O God, direct thy flight,
And fill these temples with thy light;
Hither repair, ane here espouse
The int'reft of thy people's vows.

Sion was once thy chofen place;
On Sion fhow'r thy ftreams of grace.
Refume thy mercy-feat, and fhew
As once, our Father's God; fo now
Thou'rt God and Father prone to hear,
Be bounteous ev'n beyond our pray'r;
And crown onr fouls amongst the bleft,
In feats of everlasting reft.

To thee Moft High, &c. 436.

For the Dead, the SEQUENCE.
Dies ira, dies illa,

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HE day of wrath, that dreadful day,
Shall the whole world in ashes lay,

As David and the Sybils fay.

What horror will invade the inind, When the ftrict judge who would be kind, Shall have few venial faults to find?

The laft loud trumpet's wondrous found Muft thro' the rending tombs rebound. And wake the nations under ground. Nature and death fhall with furprise Behold the pale offender rife!

And view the judge with confcious eyes.
Then fhall, with univerfal dread,
The facred myftic book be read,
To try the living and the dead.

The judge afcends his awful throne,
He makes each fecret fin be known,
And all with fhame confefs their own.
Oh then what intereft fhall I make,
To fave my last important ftake,
When the moft juft have caufe to quake.
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Thou mighty formidable king, Thou mercy's unexhausted spring, Some comfortable pity bring.

Forget not what my ranfom coft, Nor let my dear bought foul be loft, In ftorms of guilty terror toft.

Thou who for me didft feel fuch pain, Whofe precious blood the crofs did stain, Let not thofe agonies be vain.

Thou whom avenging powers obey, Cancel my debt (too great to pay). Before the fad accounting day.

Surrounded with amazing fears, Whofe load my foul with anguish bears, I figh, I weep accept my tears.

Thou who wert mov'd with Mary's grief, And by abfolving of the thief

Haft giv'n me hope, now give relief.
Reject not my unworthy pray'r :
Preferve me from that dang'rous fnare,
Which death and gaping hell prepare.
Give my exaulted foul a place
Amongst thy chofen right-hand race,
The fons of God, and heirs of grace.
From that infatiable abyss,

Where flames devour, and ferpents hifs,,
Promote me to thy feat of blifs.

Proftrate my contrite heart I rend; My God, my Father and my Friend, Do not forfake me in the end.

Well may they curfe their fecond breath, Who rife to a reviving death. Thou great creator of mankind,

Let guilty man compaffion find.

Amen.

THE

PRAYERS

On Sundays and other Days,

With their ANTHEMS and VERSICLES throughout the Year.

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The Anthem on the firft Sunday in Advent.

EAR not Mary, for thou haft found Grace with our Lord: Behold thou fhalt conceive and bear a Son. Alleluia.

Verf. Diftil ye heavens from above, and let the clouds fhower down the juft.

Refp. Let the earth open, and bud forth a Saviour.

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The Prayer.

Lord we beseech thee, exert thy power and come, that under thy protection. we may be freed from the imminent danger of our fins, and be faved through thy deliverance. Who liveft and reigneft one God, with the Father and Holy Ghoft, world without end. R. Amen.

The Anthem on the Second Sunday in Advent.

Art thou he that art to come, or look we for another? Go, and report to John what you

have seen

The blind are reftored to fight, the dead rife again, the gospel is preached to Alleluia.

the poor.

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Verf. Diftil, as before.

The Prayer.

AISE up our hearts, O Lord, to prepare the ways of thy only Son, that by his coming we may be made worthy to ferve thee with clean hearts: Who liveth and reigneth one God, &c.

The Anthem on the Third Sunday in Advent.

Bleffed art thou, Mary, who difts believe our Lord; those things fhall be perfected in thee, which were spoken to thee by our Lord. Aileluia.

This Anthem is omitted, if one of the greater Anthems which follow cometh in the Place.

Verf. Diftil, as before.

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The Prayer.

IVE ear, O Lord, we beseech thee, to our prayers, and with thy grace enlighten the darknefs of our minds; Who liveft and reigneft, &c.

Thefe greater Anthems following are begun the 17th of December, and every one faid in order till the next_day before Christmas-Eve. The Verficles and prayers of the Sunday before are to be faid, when none proper are affigned.. The Anthem on the 17th of December.

O wifdom, who cameft forth from the mouth of the Moft High; powerfully extending from end to end, and fweetly dif pofing all things; come, and instruct us in the ways of prudence.

The Anthem on the 18th of December.

Adonai, and leader of the house of

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