for the fake of JESUS CHRIST, our only Mediator and Advocate. Amen.

Preferve me Thy servant from all evil; lead me into all good; change, in Thine own good time, my forrows into comforts, my infirmity into fpiritual ftrength; take all iniquity from me, and let Thy servant. never depart from Thee. I am Thine, O fave me; I am Thine, fanctify me, and preferve me for ever; that neither forrow nor fuffering, health nor fickness, prosperity nor adverfity, weakness within nor cross accidents without, yea, neither life nor death, may ever separate me from the love of GOD, which is in CHRIST JESUS Our LORD. Amen, Bleffed JESUS, Amen.

The LORD blefs me, and keep me. The LORD make His Face to fhine upon me, and be gracious unto me. The LORD lift up the light of His countenance upon me, and give me peace. Amen.

DEVOTIONS FOR SUNDAY.

ALMIGHTY and everlasting GOD, mercifully look upon my infirmities; and in this, and all other times of trouble, stretch forth Thy Right Hand to help and defend me, through JESUS CHRIST our LORD. Amen.

Pfalm xc. Domine, refugium.

LORD, Thou hast been our refuge: from one generation to another.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth and the world were made: Thou art GOD from everlasting, and world without end.

Thou turneft man to deftruction: again Thou fayeft, Come again, ye children of

men.

For

For a thousand years in Thy fight are but as yesterday seeing that is past as a watch in the night.

As foon as Thou scattereft them they are even as a fleep and fade away fuddenly like the grass.

In the morning it is green, and groweth up: but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.

For we confume away in Thy difpleafure and are afraid at Thy wrathful indignation.

Thou haft fet our misdeeds before Thee: and our fecret fins in the light of Thy

countenance.

For when Thou art angry all our days are gone we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.

The days of our age are threefcore years and ten; and though men be fo ftrong that they come to fourscore years: yet is their ftrength then but labour and forrow; fo foon paffeth it away, and we are gone.

But who regardeth the power of Thy wrath for even thereafter as a man feareth, fo is Thy displeasure.

O teach us to number our days: that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.

Turn

Turn Thee again, O LORD, at the laft: and be gracious unto Thy fervants.

O fatisfy us with Thy mercy, and that foon fo fhall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life.

Comfort us again now after the time that Thou haft plagued us: and for the years wherein we have suffered adversity.

Show Thy fervants Thy work: and their children Thy glory.

And the glorious Majefty of the LORD our GOD be upon us: profper Thou the work of our hands upon us, O profper Thou our handy-work.

Glory be to the FATHER, and to the SON and to the HOLY GHOST;

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever fhall be: world without end. Amen.

The First Leffon. Job xiv. 1-15.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down he fleeth alfo as a fhadow, and continueth not. And doft Thou open Thine eyes upon fuch an one, and bringeft me into judgment with

Thee?

Thee? Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? not one. Seeing his days are determined, the number of his months are with Thee, Thou haft appointed his bounds that he cannot pafs; Turn from him, that he may reft, till he shall accomplish, as an hireling, his day. For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the ftock thereof die in the ground; Yet through the fcent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant. But man dieth, and wafteth away: yea, man giveth up the ghoft, and where is he? As the waters fail from the fea, and the flood decayeth and drieth up: So man lieth down, and rifeth not: till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, nor be raised out of their fleep. O that Thou wouldeft hide me in the grave, that Thou wouldest keep me fecret, until Thy wrath be paft, that Thou wouldeft appoint me a fet time, and remember me! If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come. Thou shalt call, and I will answer

Thee: