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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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: The rules, orders and regulations, of the Magdalen House, for the reception of penitent prostitutes. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    s ( • Then {hall, with univerfal dread, The facred myftic book be read, To try the living and the dead. 6. The Judge afcends his awful throne, He makes each fecret fin be known, And all with fhame confefs their own. 7- Oh ! then what int’reft fhall I make, To fave my laft important flake, When the moll: juft have caufe to quake. 8. Thou mighty, formidable King, Thou mercy’s unexhaufted fpring, Some comfortable pity bring. ' 9- Torget not what my ranfom coft. Nor let my dear-bought foul be loft, In {forms of guilty terror toft. 10. Thou who for me didft feel fuch pain, Whofe precious blood the crofs did ftain, Let not thofe agonies be vain. ;i i. Thou whom avenging powers obey. Cancel my debt, too great to pay, Before the fad accounting day. 12. Surrounded with amazing fears, Whofe load my foul with anguifh bears, I figb, I weep j accept my tears. *3- Thou who wert mov’d with Mary's grief, And by abfolving of the thief. Haft given me hope, now give relief. 14. Rejedf not my unworthy prayer, Preferve me from that dang’rous fnare, Which death and gaping hell prepare. 15- Give my exalted foul a place, Among thy chofen right-hand race, The fons of God, and heirs of Grace. . The 24 ) 16. From that infatiable abyfs, Where flames devour and ferpents hifs. Promote me to thy feat of blifs. J % *7- Proftrate my contrite heart I rend. My God, my father, and my friend, Do not forfake me in]my end. 18. Well may they curfe their fecond breath. Who rife to a reviving death. Thou great Creator of mankind, Let guilty man compaflion find ! THANKS to GOD. By Dr. Doddridge. 1. ALL glorious God, what hymns of praife, Shall our tranfported voices raife : What flaming love and zeal is due, While heaven ftands open to our view ? 2. Once we were fall’ll, and oh how low ! Juft on the brink of endlefs woe : Doom’d to a heritage in hell; Where finners in deep darknefs dwell. 3 - But lo, a ray of chearful light, Scatters the horrid {hades of night: Lo, what triumphant grace is {hewn, To fouls impoverifh’d and undone ! 4- Far, far beyond thefe mortal {hores A bright inheritance is ours : Where faints in light our coming wait. To {hare their holy blisful ft ate \— 5* If ready dreft for heaven we fhine. Thine are the robes, the crown is tnine : May endlefs years their courfe prolong. While, 44 Thine the praife” is all our fong. EN D.