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EFORE you begin to fing a Psalm, imagine B that you see the Heavens open, and all the glorious Choirs of Cherubims and Seraphims about the Throne of God ; imagine that you hear the - Musick
Musick of those angelick Voices, which cease not, Day and Night, to fing the Glories of him that is, and was, and is to come ; contemplate on such Texts of Scripture as these, Rev. vii. 9. “I be* held, and lo, in Heaven a great Multitude which no Man could number, of all Nations, and Kindreds, and People, and Tongues, standing be. fore the Throne, and before the Lamb, cloathed with white Robes, and Palms in their Hands, and they cried out with a loud Voice, Salvation to our God, which fitteth on the Throne, and unto the Lamb; and all the Angels stood round about the Throne, and fell before the Throne on their Faces, and worshipped God, saying, Amen. Blessing, and Glory, and Wisdom, and Thanksgiving, and Honour, and Power, and Strength, be unto God for ever and ever.” Amen. Sometimes imagine that you see Holy David, with his Hands upon his Harp, and his Eyes fix’d on Heaven ; calling in Transport upon the whole Creation, Sun, Moon, Light and Darkness, Men and Angels, to join with his rapturous Soul in praising the Lord of Heaven.
Let Smiles on all your lovely Faces shine,