Teach me to live, that I may dread
The Grave as little as my Bed;
To die, that this vile Body may
Rife glorious at the awful Day.

O may my Soul on thee repofe,
And may fweet Sleep mine Eye-lids

clofe;

Sleep that may me more vig'rous

make,

To ferve my God when I awake.

When in the Night I fleepless lie, My Soul with Heav'nly Thoughts fupply;

Let no ill Dreams difturb my Reft, No Pow'rs of Darkness me moleft,

Dull Sleep of Senfe me to deprive, I am but half my Time alive; Thy faithful Lovers, Lord, are griev'd,

To lie fo long of thee bereav'd.

But tho' Sleep o'er my Frailty reigns, Let it not hold me long in Chains; And now and then let loofe my Heart Till it an Hallelujah dart.

The

The fafter Sleep the Senfes binds,
The more unfetter'd are our Minds;
Omay my Soul, from Matter free,
Thy Loveliness unclouded fee.

O when shall Fin endless Day,
For ever chafe dark Sleep away,
And Hymns with the Supernal
Choir,

Inceffant fing and never tire.

O may my Guardian, while I fileep,
Close to my Bed his Vigils keep,
His Love Angelical inftil,
Stop all the Avenues of Ill.

May he Celestial Joy rehearfe, And Thought to Thought with me converse,

Or, in my ftead, all the Night long, Sing to my God a grateful Song.

Praise God, from whom all Bleffings flow,

Praife him, all Creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heav'nly Hoft, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.

A Midnight HYMN.

M

Y God, now I from Sleep

awake,

The fole Poffeffion of me take;

From Midnight Terrors me fecure, And guard my Heart from Thoughts impure.

Blefs'd Angels, while we filent lie,
You Hallelujahs fing on high;
You joyful hymn the Ever-bleft,
Before the Throne, and never reft.

I with

your Choir Celestial join,

In offering up a Hymn divine; With you in Heav'n I hope to dwell, And bid the Night and World Farewel,

My Soul, when I fhake off this Duft,
Lord, in thy Arms I will intruft:
O make me thy peculiar Care,
Some Manfion for my Soul prepare.

Give

Give me a Place at thy Saints Feet,
Or fome fall'n Angel's vacant Seat;
I'll ftrive to fing as loud as they,
Who fit above in brighter Day.

O may I always ready ftand,
With my Lamp burning in myHand;
May I in fight of Heav'n rejoice,
Whene'er I hear the Bridegroom's
Voice.

All Praise to thee, in Light array'd,
Who Light thy Dwelling-Place haft

made:

A boundless Ocean of bright Beams From thy All-glorious Godhead ftreams.

The Sun in its Meridian Height,
Is very Darkness in thy Sight:
My Soul, O lighten, and inflame
With Thought and Love of thy
Great Name.

Blefs'd Jefu, Thou on Heav'n intent, Whole Nights haft in Devotion spent, But I, frail Creature, foon am tir'd, And all my Zeal is foon expir'd.

My

My Soul, how canft thou weary grow, Of antedating Bliss below,

In facred Hymns,and heav'nlyLove, Which will Eternal be above?

Shine on me, Lord, new Life impart,
Fresh Ardors kindle in my Heart;
One Ray of thy All-quick'ning Light
Difpels the Sloath and Clouds of
Night.

Lord, left the Tempter me furprise,
Watch over thine own Sacrifice;
All loofe, all idle Thoughts, caft out,
And make my very Dreams devout.

Praise God, from whom all Bleffings
flow,
Praise him all Creatures here below;
Praife him above, ye heav'nly Hoft,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft.

FINI S.

N. B. Whereas at the End of a Book lately Publifh'd, call'd, A Conference between the Soul and Body, there are fome Hymns faid to be writ by Bishop Ken, who abfolutely difowns them, as being very falfe and uncorrect but the genuine ones are to be had only of Jofeph Hazard Bookfeller, whofe juft Propriety the Original Copy is.