Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,

Be thou for ever near;

Teach me to love thy facred Word,
And view my Saviour there.

SONG OF PRAISE.

TO THE EVER-ELESSED TRINITY.

BLEST be the Father and his love,

To whofe celeftial fource we owe
Rivers of endless joys above,

And rills of comfort here below.

Glory to thee, Great Son of God,
From whofe dear wounded body rolls
A precious ftream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying fouls.

We give thee, Sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of fin and woe
Makes living fprings of grace arife,
And into boundless glory flow.

Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit we adore;
That fea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom, or a fhore.

THE END.

Merridew, Printer, Coventry.