Teach me Thy Way.
Among the innumerable Ways, which men take ⟨through⟩ this World, there is but one Way wherein GOD is to be found: we cannot light upon it, ſo ⟨corrupt⟩ are our minds. GOD himſelf muſt Teach us. Such as are Wiſe, have this Senſe fixed in their minds that they will loſe his Way, unless he Teach ⟨them.⟩
My Heart is Fixed.
The Soul is continually diſquieted, toſſed and agitated through the variety of Diſturbing Thoughts and ⟨paſſions⟩ till it come to ſettle on its true Centre where ⟨it⟩ becomes fixed and immoveable; nothing being able ⟨to⟩ make ſuch impreſſions on it, as to ſhake and unſsettle it.
Return unto thy Reſt, O my Soul,
When the pious Soul is by any means taken off from GOD its true Reſt, it is in Trouble and Diſquiet, and ⟨finds⟩ no eaſe, nor quiet, but in going thither again; ⟨and⟩ finding itſelf clogged, and being ſenſible of its (illegible text)neſs and inactivity, rouſes and ſtires up it ſelf to ⟨return⟩.
GOD is our Dwelling Place.
The pious Soul finds no Reſt any where but in GOD: (illegible text)aim he hath acceſs, and conſiders himſelf as never ⟨from⟩ Home, but when there, whenſoever his mind is ⟨bowed⟩ down to the things of this Life, and he is intangled
