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Tuesday Complin.

Hymn XII.

[Blessed, O Lord, be thy wise grace]

Blessed, O Lord, be thy wise grace;
That governs all our day:
And to the night assigns its place,
To rest us in our way.
If works the laboring hand impair,
Or thoughts the studious mind:
Both are consider'd by thy care,
Both sit refreshment find.
Fit to relieve their present state;
Fit to prepare the next:
While we are taught to meditate
This plain and useful Text.
As every Night lays down our head;
And morning ope's our eys:
So shal the dust be once our bed;
And so we hope to rise:
To rise, and see that beauteous light
Spring from those eys of Thine:
Not to be check't by any night;
But clear for ever shine.
All glory to the sacred Three
One everliving Lord:

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As at the first, still may He be
Belov'd, obey'd, ador'd.
Amen.