O happy wedding! where the guests,
The bride and bridegroom shall be one;
Where songs, embraces, triumphs, feasts,
And joys of love are never done:

But thrice accurst are those that miss
Their garment, when this wedding is.
Sweet Jesus! seal'd and clad therefore
For that great meeting let us be,
Where people, tongues, and kindreds, more
Than can be told, attend on thee

To make those shouts of joy and praise, Which to thine honour they shall raise.

Rogation-Week.

SONG LXXX.

IT was thy pleasure, Lord! to say, That whatsoever in thy name We pray'd for, as we ought to pray, Thou would'st vouchsafe to grant the same. O therefore we beseech thee now, To these our prayers which we make, Thy gracious ear in favour bow, And grant them for thy mercy's sake! Let not the seasons of this year, As they their courses do observe, Engender those contagions here, Which our transgressions do deserve:

Let not the summer-worms impair Those bloomings of the earth we see;

Nor blastings, or distemper'd air,
Destroy those fruits that hopeful be.
Domestic brawls expel thou far,
And be thou pleas'd our coast to guard,
That dreadful sounds of in-brought war
Within our confines be not heard;
Continue also here thy word,

And make us thankful, we thee pray,
The pestilence, dearth, and the sword
Have been so long withheld away.
And, as we heedfully observe
The certain limits of our grounds,
And outward quiet to preserve
About them, walk our yearly rounds,

So let us also have a care

Our soul's possessions, Lord! to know,
That no encroachments on us there
Be gained by our subtle foe.

What pleasant groves, what goodly fields,
How fruitful hills and dales have we!
How sweet an air our climate yields,
How stor❜d with flocks and herds are we!
How milk and honey doth o'erflow,
How clear and wholesome are our springs,
How safe from ravenous beasts we go,
And oh, how free from pois'nous things!

For these, and for our grass, our corn,
For all that springs from blade or bough,
For all those blessings that adorn
Or wood or field, this kingdom through;
For all of these, thy praise we sing,
And humbly, Lord! intreat thee too,

That fruit to thee we forth may bring,
As unto us thy creatures do.

So, in the sweet refreshing shade
Of thy protection sitting down,
Those gracious favours we have had,
Relate we will to thy renown;

Yea, other men, when we are gone,
Shall for thy mercies honour thee,
And famous make what thou hast done
To such, as after them shall be.

Saint George his Day.

SONG LXXXI.

ALL praise and glory that we may,
Ascribe we, Lord! to thee,
From whom the triumphs of this day,
And all our glories be;

For of itself, nor east nor west,
Doth honour ebb or flow,

But as to thee it seemeth best

Preferments to bestow.

Thou art, O Christ! that valiant knight, Whose order we profess,

And that Saint George, who oft doth fight For England in distress:

The dragon thou o'erthrewst is he,

That would thy church devour; And that fair lady, Lord! is she, Thou savest from his power.

Thou like a husbandman prepar'd
Our fields, yea, sown them hast;
And, knight-like, with a warlike guard,
From spoil enclos'd them fast.
O deign that those, who in a band
More strict than heretofore,
Are for this vineyard bound to stand,
May watch it now the more.

Yea grant, since they elected are,
New orders to put on,
And sacred hyrogliphicks wear

Of thy great conquest won,
That those, when they forget, may tell
Why such of them are worn,
And inwardly inform as well,
As outwardly adorn;

That so our Christian knighthood may
No pagan order seem,

Nor they their meetings pass away,
As things of vain esteem;

And that we may our triumphs all
To thy renown apply,

Who art that saint on whom we call,
When we Saint George do cry.

For Public Deliverances.

SONG LXXXII.

WITH Israel we may truly say,

If on our side God had not been,

Our foes had made of us their prey,
And we this light had never seen:

The pit was digg'd, the snare was laid,
And we with ease had been betray'd.
But they, that hate us, undertook
A plot, they could not bring to pass;
For he, that all doth overlook,
Prevented what intended was:

We found the pit and 'scap'd the gin,
And saw their makers caught therein.
The means of help was not our own,
But from the Lord alone it came,
A favour undeserved shewn,
And therefore let us praise his name:
O praise his name! for it was he
That broke the net and set us free.
Unto his honour let us sing,
And stories of his mercy tell:
With praises let our temples ring,
And on our lips thanksgiving dwell;
Yea, let us not his love forget,
While sun or moon doth rise or set.

Let us redeem again the times,
Let us begin to live anew,

And not revive those heinous crimes,
That dangers past so near us drew;
Lest he that did his hand revoke,
Return it with a double stroke.
A true repentance takes delight
To mind God's favours heretofore;
So, when his mercies men recite,
It makes a true repentance more;