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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    When thou, O Lord, fhalt fraud difclos’d In majefty fevere, And fit in judgment on my foul, O how fhall I appear ! 4* But thou haft told the troubled mind, Who does her Tins lament; The timely tribute of her tears Shall endlefs woe prevent* 5- I hen fee the forrow of my heart, E’er yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour’s dying groans To give thefe for rows weight. 6. For never fhall my foul defpair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thy only Son has dy’d, To make her pardon fure. II Y M N. By Mrs. Rowe. / 1. N vain the dusky night retires, And fullen Ihadows fly; In vain the morn with purple light Adorns the caftern sky ; 2. In vain the gaudy rifing fun The wide horizon gilds, Comes glitt’ring o’er the filver ftreams, And chears the dewy fields. 3* In vain, difpenfing vernal fweets. The morning breezes play ; In vain, the birds with chearful fongs, Salute the new-born day. 4* In vain, unlefs my Saviour’s face 7hefe gloomy clouds controul, And diflipate the fullen fhadcs That prefs my drooping foul. 5* Oh ! vifit then thy fervant, Lord, Wiih favour from on high, Arife, my bright immortal fun, And -all thefe fhades will dig. 6. When, when fhall I behold thy facie All radiant and ferene, Without thofe envious dusky clouds That make a veil between ? 7* When fhall that long expedled day Of facred vifion be, When my impatient foul fhall make A near approach to thee. ^/>/LEWDNESS, by Dr. WATTS. I. WH Y fhould vou let your wand'ring eyes Entice your fouls to fhameful fin ! Scandal and ruin are the prize You take fuch fatal pains to win. 2. This brutal vice makes reafon blind, And blots the name with hateful ftains : It waftes the flefh, pollutes the mind, And tears the heart with racking pains. 3- Let David fpeak with heavy groans. How it eftrang’d his foul from God ; Made him complain of broken bones. And fill'd his houfe with wars and blood . 4* Let Solomon and Samfon tell Their melancholy ftories here, How bright they fhone, how low they fell When fin’s vile pleafures coft them dear. 5* In vain you chufe the darkeft time. Nor let the fun behold the fight; In vain you hope to hide your crime Behind the curtains of the night; 6. The wakeful ftars and midnight moon Watch your fouldeeds, &knowyourfhame ; And God’s own eye, lik« beams of noon, Strikes through the fhade, and marks your name. 7* What will ve do when heav’m inquires Into thofe feenes of fecret.fin? And luft, with all its guilty fires, Shall make your confciencrrage within?
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