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 Oh! May I allways ready stand,

My Lamp still burning in my Hand.

May I in sight of Heav'n rejoice,

When ere I hear the Bridegroom's Voice.

Glory to thee with Light array'd,

Who Light thy Dwelling Place hast made.

An Immense Orb of brightest Beams,

From thine all Glorious Godhead streams.

The Sun in its Meridian Light,

Is very Darkness in thy Sight.

My Soul Enlighten, and Inflame

With Thoughts, and Love of thy Great Name.

Oh! Jesu, thou on Heav'n intent,

Whole Nights hast in Devotion spent:

But I, frail Creature quickly tire,

And all my Zeal doth foon expire.

My Soul, why dost thou weary grow,

Of Antedating Heaven below?

Of that dear Praise, and Joy, and Love,

Which shall Eternal be Above?

New Vigour Lord to me impart;

Fresh Ardours breath into my Heart,

Wake all my Powers, wake every String,

Whilst to my God, my Lauds I Sing.

Lord, least the Tempter me surprise,

Keep over me thy Watchful Eyes:

Guard me a Sleep or Wake from Ill,

And first and last my Spirit fill.