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10 O may I always ready stand,

With my Lamp burning in my Hand;

May I in sight of Heav'n rejoice,

When e'er I hear the Bridegroom's Voice.

All Praise to Thee in Light array'd,

Who Light thy dweling-place hast made.

A boundless Ocean of bright Beams,

From Thy All-glorious God-head streams.

The Sun in its Meridian height,

Is very Darkness in Thy sight!

My Soul, O lighten and inflame,

With Thought and Love of Thy Great Name.

Bless'd Jesu, Thou on Heaven 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 can'st thou weary grow,

Of antedating Bliss below;

In sacred Hymns, and Heavenly Love,

Which will Eternal be above

Shine on me, Lord, new Life impart,

Fresh Ardours kindle in my Heart;

One Ray of Thy All-quick'ning 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 ye Heavenly Host,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.