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PEN thine eyes, my soul, and see,
Once more the light returns to thee; Look round about, and choose the way Thou mean'st to travel o'er to-day.
Think on the dangers thou may'st meet,
Think on the helps thy God bestows
Think on the pains that shall torment
Think what at last will be thy part
O my dear Lord, guide Thou my course,
E are nearer, indeed, the end of our life, but are we nearer the end for which
What have we done, my soul, to-day, that truly advanceth us to our last great home?
Have we increased our esteem of heaven, and settled its love more strongly in our hearts? Have we avoided any known temptation, or faithfully resisted when we could not avoid?
Have we interrupted our customary faults, and checked the vices we are most inclined to? Have we embraced the opportunities of good which the mercy of providence has offered to our hands?
Have we industriously contrived occasions to improve, as we are able, ourselves and others?
Alas, dear Lord! what do we see, when seriously we look into our guilty selves?
When we reflect upon our former years—nay, even the follies of this one day—
So many hours misspent in nothing; so many abused in worse than nothing.
Pardon, O meek Redeemer, what our passions have done, and favourably supply what our weakness has omitted.
Make us hereafter more carefully watch that our time unprofitably slide not away;
Make us select every day some fit retreat, to study the knowledge of ourselves and of Thee—
Of ourselves, to correct our many infirmities; and of Thee, to adore Thy infinite perfections.