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Thursday Vespers.

HYMN XIX.

[Do I resolve an easy life]

Do I resolve an easy life,
Stor'd with plenty, free from strife?
When, dear Lord, thy days and nights
Pass'd in poverty and fights.
Do I design a gentle death,
Singing out my aged breath?
When, my Saviour! tortures tore
Thy dear soul out, drown'd in gore?
O dread dayly Sacrifice!
Acting in a sweet disguise
JESUS Passions o're again;
Such undue conceits restrain.

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Keep stil lively in my mind;
How I ought to be resign'd:
How this Pattern ought destroy
All my sensual greif or joy.
Are suffrings Ills? no; goodness chose
His and our way to blyss through those:
Are pleasures Goods? no; wisdom scorn'd
Their daliance, and us forewarn'd
This, this make my Ditty be,
At least, whenever Thee I see;
Thee it's ground so oft repeating,
To prevent my souls forgetting.
JESU! thus arm'd no terrors shall
Make my vertuous courage fall:
No flatterys here my blest hope; drown;
Since thy Cross led to thy Crown.
Live for ever glorious Lord,
Live by heav'n and earth ador'd
May both their praises give
They who see, we who beleeve.
Amen.