The rules, orders and regulations, of the Magdalen House, for the reception of penitent prostitutes.

  • Magdalen Hospital (London, England)
Date:
1759
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Credit: The rules, orders and regulations, of the Magdalen House, for the reception of penitent prostitutes. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Verses for the Ufe of the Sick. I. MY God, with grateful heart I’ll raife, A daily altar to thy praife ; Thy friendly hand my courfe diredfs, Thy watchful eye my bed protects. 2. When dangers, woes or death are nigh, -Paid mercies teach me where to fly ; The fame Almighty arm can aid, Now dcknefs grieves, and pains invade. 3- To all the various helps of art Kindly thy healing pow’r impart; Bethesda's bath * refus’d to lave, Unlefs an Angel bled the wave. 4* All Med’cines adf by thy decree, Receive commiflion all from Thee : And not a plant which fpreads the plains, But teems with health when heav’n.ordains. 5- Clay and Si loam's pool f we find. At heav’n’s command redor’d the blind; Hence Jordan s * waters once were feen To wail] a Syrian leper clean. ' > But grant me nobler favours dill, Grant me to know and do thy will, Purge my foul foul from every dain, And fave me from eternal pain. 7* Can fuch a wretch for pardon fue ! My crimes, my crimes arife in view! Aried my trembling tongue in prayer, _>And pour the horrors of defpair. 8. But oh1 regard my contrite dghs, My tortur’d bread, my dreaming eyes ; To me thy boundlefs love extend, My God, my Father, and my Friend. 9\ , , Thefe lovely names I ne’er cou d piead, Had not thy fon vouchfaf’d to bleed His blood procures for Adam’s race Admittance to the throne of grace. When vice hath fhot it’s poifon'd dart, And confcious guilt corrodes the heart j His blood is all fuflicient found, To draw the ihaft and heal the wound. ii. What arrows pierce fo deep as dn ? What venom gives fuch pain within ? Thou great phydciaa of the foul, Rebuke my pangs and make me whole, I 2. Oh ! If I trull thy fov’reign (kill. With deep fubmiflion to thy will ; Sicbiefs and death fhall both agree To bring me. Lord, at lall: to THEE. A Midnight Hymn. By Biflocp Ken re, Author of the Morning and • Evening Hymns. MY God, now I from deep awake,. The foie poffeflion of me take ; From midnight terrors me fecure, And guard my heart from thoughts impure. Bled Angels, while we filent lye, You hallelujahs dng on high : You joyful hymn the ever-bled Before the throne, and never red. I with your choir celeflial join, In ofr’ring up a hymn divine : . With you in heaven I hope to dwell ; And bid the night and world farewell. My foul, when I fhake off this duff,. Lord, in thy arms I will entrud : O make me thy peculiar care, Some mandon for my foul prepare. Give me a place at thy faints feet, Or fome f.dPn angel’s vacant feat: HI lirive to dng as loud as they. Who dt above in blighter day. O may I always ready dand, With my lamp burning'in my hand : • May I in fight of heaven rejoice. Whene’er I hear the bridegroom’s voice. All