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4 And endless Praise, with Heavenly Choir,

Incessant Sing and never tire.

Oh! May my Guardian whilst I sleep,

Close by my Bed his Vigils keep;

And in my stead all the Night long,

Pay to my God a grateful Song.

Ord now my Sleep doth me forsake,

The sole Possession of me take:

Let no Suggestion me illude;

No one polluted Thought intrude.

Blest Angels, whilst we silent lie,

Your Hallelujahs Sing on High.

You, ever Wakeful near the Throne,

Prostrate Adore, the Three in One.

I, now Awake, with you do joyn,

To praise my God with Hymns Divine:

With you in Heaven I hope to dwell;

And bid the World and Night farewell.

When I, O Lord, shake off this Dust,

My Soul to Thee I will intrust:

Oh make me thy peculiar Care,

Some Heavenly Mansion me prepare.

Give me a Place at thy Saints Feet,

Or some Fall'n Angel's vacant Seat:

I'll strive to Sing as loud as they

Who sit Above in brighter Day.