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Rh O may I always ready stand,

With my Lamp burning in my hand,

May I in sight of Heav'n rejoyce,

When e'r I hear the Bridegroom's voice.

Glory to Thee in light arraid,

Who light Thy dwelling place hast made,

An immense Ocean of bright Beams,

From Thy All-glorious Godhead streams.

The Sun, in its Meridian height,

Is very darkness in Thy sight:

My Soul, O lighten, and enflame,

With Thought and Love of Thy great Name.

Blest Jesu, Thou on Heav'n intent,

Whole Nights hast in Devotion spent,

But I, frail Creature, soon am tir'd,

And all my Zeal is soon expir'd.

My Soul, how canst thou weary grow

Of Ante-dating Heav'n below,

In sacred Hymns, and Divine Love,

Which will Eternal be above?

Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,

Fresh ardours kindle in my Heart;

One ray of Thy All-quickning light

Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.

Lord, lest the tempter me surprize,

Watch over Thine own Sacrifice,

All loose, all idle thoughts cast out,

And make my very Dreams devout.

Praise God, from whom all Blessings flow,

Praise Him all Creatures here below,

Praise Him above y' Angelick Host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.