O let me watch continually,
And check ev'n Lawful Liberty.
13.
Our Love, our Hope, our Faith, our Fear,
The most degenerate Vices are,
On Creatures plac'd, but on God set
His Image in us they beget.
14.
O let my Tongue be always barr'd
By Teeth and Lips that double Guard:
My Words with Edge and Softness move;
With pointed Truth, Foreclos'd by Love.
15.
May my chief study and delight
Be in God's Word both Day and Night.
Then from my God I nere shall swerve;
Him ever Love, Him ever Serve.
16.
When his Blest Will's my daily Food,
My daily Business doing Good,
Blest shall I be whilst I have Breath,
And Endless Happy after Death.
A Midnight Hymn.
To the Tune of, Awake my Soul.
1.
THY Servants Lord did not of Old
Their Hands within their Bosom fold.
One did all Night with thee Contend;
Nor would his happy Wrestling end;
2.
Till he Omnipotence had Orecome,
And brought from Heav'n a Blessing down.
Th' Heroic Strength his God did raise;
Yet for the Vict'ry gave him praise.
