WEDNESDAY, January 1. 1701

Once more! Our GOD, vouchsafe to Shine: Tame Thou the Rigour of our Clime. Make haste with thy Impartial Light, And terminate this long dark Night.

Let the transplanted English Vine Spread further still: still Call it Thine. Prune it with Skill: for yield it can More Fruit to Thee the Husbandman.

Give the poor Indians Eyes to see The Light of Life: and set them free; That they Religion may profess, Denying all Ungodliness.

From hard'ned Jews the Vail remove, Let them their Martyr'd JESUS love; And Homage unto Him afford, Because He is their Rightfull LORD.

So false Religions shall decay, And Darkness fly before bright Day So Men shall GOD in CHRIST adore; And worship Idols vain, no more.

So Asia, and Africa, Europa, with America; All Four, in Consort join'd, shall Sing Now Songs of Praise to CHRIST our KING.