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4 Jacob with th' Angel wreſtl'd all Night

Unbleſs'd would not depart:

Mount, mount my Soul, till Day dawn, and

Day-ſtar riſe in my Heart.

Many they have their Bodies pain'd,

And troubled are in Mind:

Grant Health unto thy Servant, LORD

And true Peace make to find.

Some mortal Tutelars do chooſe

Their Watch-men for to be;

Let Angels, Spirits miniſtring,

Be Guardians to me.

When I do hear the Winds to blow,

Of Changes every where;

Bleſs'd Spirit breath, and elevate

Unto a higher Sphere,

The ſtriking Clock ſhews winged Time

ſtill flees moſt ſpeedily;

Time to Redeem, Lord teach, and let

Me ever be with Thee