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I conceive then that the Infinite has created many beings or gods, vastly superior to man, who can better conceive his perfections than we, and return him a more rational and glorious praise.

As among men, the praise of the ignorant or of children, is not regarded by the ingenious painter or architect, who is rather honored and pleased with the approbation of wise men and artists.

It may be these created gods are immortal; or it may be that after many ages, they are changed, and others supply their places. - Howbeit, I conceive that each of these is exceeding wise and good, and very powerful ; and that each has made for himself one glorious sun, attended with a beautiful and admirable system of planets.

It is that particular wise and good God, who is the author and owner of pur system, that I propose for the object of my praise and adoration.

For I conceive that he has in himself some of those passions he has planted in us, and that since he has given us reason whereby we are capable of observing his wisdom in the creation, he is not above caring for us, being pleased with our praise, and offended when we slight him, or neglect his glory. :...... ..

I conceive, for many reasons, that he is a good Being, and as I should be happy to have so wise, good, and powerful a Being my friend, let me consider in what manner I shall make myself most acceptable to him.

Next to the praise resulting from and due to his wisdom, I believe he is pleased and delights in the happiness of those he has created ; and since without virtue a man can have no happiness in this world, I firmly believe he delights to see me virtuous, because he is pleased when he sees me happy. .

And since he has created many things which seem purely designed for the delight of man, I believe he is not offended when he sees his children solace themselves in any manner of pleasant exercises and innocent delights, and I think no pleasure innocent that is to man hurtful.

I love him therefore for his goodness, and I adore him for his wisdom. .

Let me not fail, then, to praise my God continually, for it is his due, and it is all I can return for his many favors and great goodness to me; and let me resolve to be virtuous, that I may be happy, that I may please him, who is delighted to see me happy. Amen!

1. ADORATION. 2. Petition. 3. THANKS.

Prel. Being mindful that before I address the Deity my soul ought to be calm and serene, free from passion and perturbation, or otherwise elevated with rational joy and pleasure, I ought to

use a countenance that expresses a filial respect, mixed with a kind of smiling, that signifies inward joy, and satisfaction and admiration. . :,

O wise God, my good Father!

Thou beholdest the sincerity of my heart and of my devotion : grant me a continuance of thy favor!

1. O Creator, O Father! I believe that thou art good, and that thou art pleased with the pleasure of thy children.-Praised be thy name for ever!

2. By thy power hast thou made the glorious sun, with his attending worlds ; from the energy of thy mighty will they first received [their prodigious] motion, and by thy wisdom hast thou prescribed the wondrous laws by which they move.Praised be thy name for ever!

3. By thy wisdom hast thou formed all things; thou hast created man, bestowing life and reason, and placed him in dignity superior to thy other earthly creatures.--Praised be thy name for ever!

4. Thy wisdom, thy power, and thy goodness, are everywhere clearly seen; in the air, and in the water, in the heavens and on the earth; thou providest for the various winged fowl and the innumerable inhabitants of the water, thou givest cold and heat, rain and sunshine in their season, and to the fruits of the earth their increase.—Praised be thy name for ever!

5. Thou abhorrest in thy creatures treachery and deceit, malice, revenge, [intemperance) and

every other hurtful vice; but thou art a lover of justice and sincerity, of friendship and benevolence, and every virtue; thou art my friend, my father, and my benefactor. Praised be thy name, O God, for ever! Amen.

[After this, it will not be improper to read part of some such book as. Ray's Wisdom of God in the Creation, or Blackmore on the Creation, and the Archbishop of Cambray's Demonstration of the Being of a God, &c. or else spend some minutes in a serious silence, contemplating on those subjects.] . • Then sing

MILTON'S HYMN TO THE CREATOR.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of Good!
Almighty; thine this universal frame,
Thus wondrous fair! Thyself how wondrous then!
Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light,
Angels, for ye behold him; and with songs,
And choral symphonies, day without night,
Circle his throne rejoicing. You in heaven,
On earth, join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, bim last, him midst, and witbout end.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
If rather thou belong'st not to the dawn,
Sure pledge of day! that crown'st the smiling morn
With thy bright circlet; praise him in thy sphere
While day arises, that sweet bour of prime.
Thou sun, of this great world both eye and soul,
Acknowledge him thy greater, sound his praise
In thy eternal course ! both when thou climb'st,

And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'st..
Moon, that now meet'st the orient sun, now fly'st
With the fix'd stars, fix'd in their orb that flies !
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In mystic dance, not without song, resound
His praise, that out of darkness call’d up light.
Air! and ye elements! the eldest birth
Of nature's womb, that in quaternions run
Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix'd,
And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change
Vary to our great Maker stilln ewpraise ! ..
Ye mists and exhalations! that now rise
From bill or streaming lakes dusky or grey, .
Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold,
In honor to the world's great Author rise,
Whether to deck with clouds th’ uncolored sky,
Or wet the thirsty earth with falling show'rs,
Rising or falling still advance his praise.
His praise, ye wivds! that from four quarters, blow,
Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines !
With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Fountains ! and ye that warble as ye flow
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise.
Join voices all ye living souls, ye birds !
That singing, up to heaven's high gate așeend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide ! and ye that walk
The earth! and stately tread.;, or lowly creep;
Witness if I be silent, ev'n or morn,
To hill or valley, fountain or fresh shade,
Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.

[Here follows the reading of some book, or part of a book, discoursing on and exciting to moral virtue.]

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