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B02252 Cogitations upon death, or, The mirror of mans misery being very choice and profitable lessons, for putting all Christians in a prepared condition for mortality. 1688 (1688) Wing C4892BA; ESTC R171862 5,162 26

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Cogitations upon DEATH OR The Mirrour of Mans MISERY Being very choise and profitable Lessons for putting all Christians in a prepared condition for Mortality The Sixth Edition Corrected and amended EDINBURGH Printed in the Year 1688. The Mirrour of Mans Miserie I Have such Dread when I should die Not knowing where nor in what place● Through course of kind he comes to m● Into his Armes would me imbrace He spares not the Rich for their riche● Nor on the Poor hath no pitie This causeth me to say alas And have such Dread when I should Die. When Ily sick on my Death bed And all my life brought to an end Then all the sins that ever I did Will all compear into my mind Crying we are all workes of thine And now we are to go with thee To bear witness what thou hast done This makes me Dread when I should Die● Then growth of grief and great despair Will melt my heart and break my gall That for my flesh I took such care But gain'd no grace for my poor Soul And now no time remains at all To mend my life that none may see But go to judgement generall This makes me Dread when I should Die Then when my Breath begins to fail My feet and Hands they lose their might My fear is for the Fiends of Hell For they come fleeing on a flight And every on shall see that sight For at our ending they shall be Reaving our souls if they have right This makes me Dread when I should die And then I fear that bitter Pain How Death shall come and break my heart With many Thrach and grievous Groan When he shall strick me with his Dart He will make me to feel the smart And streams of death most cruellie Before my Life from me departs Which makes me Dread when I should Die. And then I fear that wilsom way Where I must wend when I am gone For none comes back by night nor day Their friends and Neighbours to forwarn whether they be in joy or Pain They must remain continuallie For we are valu'd to our worth This makes me Dread when I should die I fear what shall become of me In that great day of God's just wrath When furious flames of fire on hie O're spreads the face of all the earth Who will consume all his Creatures Both Man and Beast and Fowls that flie And every thing that draweth breath This makes me dread when I should die Then Christ the King of righteousness Who ruleth all at his command Will come with glory through the skyes With Angels bright a full great band Then round about him they shall stand Beholding still his Majestie His face shal shine through all the land This makes me dread when I should die Then shall he send his good Angels Wich trumpets found both loud and shril Throughout the parts of all the earth To raise the dead and bring them till Although it be against their will To come before his Majesty Yet force and might will them compel This makes me dread when I should die The heavens and earth shall flee away And hide them from his angry face Before that he begin to try All sinners for their wickednesse Alas that is a wofull case For sinners then in each degree When heaven and earth shal take the chase This makes me dread when I should die Then when the dead both great and small Shal be brought in for breach of law Then Christ shall charge his servants all To set them right upon a raw And he his bloody wounds will shaw Saying what hast thou done for me Then sinfull men shall stand great aw This makes me dread when I should die And thus our counts begin to make When we are call'd for our misdeeds None shall escape for any ones sake But every one his own roll reads He shall tell forth with all good speed Both good and evil what ever it be And every man his sins shall read This makes me dread when I should die Into these books there 〈◊〉 be written All their misdeeds and wicked works All prophane words that they have spoken With all unclean and wandring thoughts Their love to sin shall be dear bought For then they shal both prove and see Their wage shal be as they have wrought This makes me Dread when I should Die. The large market of Gods free Grace That stood ay since Christ Jesus came Shal be cry'd down but longer space And ne're to be proclaim'd again Because they would not take their time Therefore the gates of His mercie For ever shall be closed on them This makes me Dread when I should die Then Sathan with a great Armie Of damned Spirits will come on flight Crying O Judge who sits on hie On Sinners all now do me right Who set thy law far out of sight And served me most bussilie With care and Pains both day and night This makes me dread when I should die What malice have ye had at me Then Christ shal say to sinners all That ran to serve mine Enemie And me disdain'd when I did call Was I and my Reward so small That ye disdain'd to worship Me Therefore I now disdain you all This makes me dread when I should die I gave you Life like to my self With wisdom wit and Holiness And made you Lords over all the Earth Both Fish and Fowls and its fulness Yea over all these my Creatures Which were for your Commoditie Yet where is all your Thankfulness And duty ye did ow to Me And after ye broke my Commands And brought your selves in snare of death I less my glorie in the Heavens And came to earth for your relief To suffer sorrow pain and grief With scorn disgrace and miserie Yet where is all your thankfulness For these my good deeds done for thee For you they bound me like a thief My naked Skin with scourges dang They plet and put upon my head A Crown of thorns both sharp and lang My sight grew dim my head down han● I lost my life most painfullie But now where 's all your thankfulnesse For these my sufferings done for thee And then they led me to the cross And nail'd me fast both feet and hand Full oft they spat into my face A spear out through my sides they ran The streams of blood that then out spran● Ran down my side most pitteouslie But now no part ye have therein Which may thee dread when thou' rt to die You have imbrac'd more joyfulnesse In one hours pleasure of your sin Than all the love you had to me Since I put life your breast within Although for you my blood did ran Out through my sides abundantlie Yet now no part you have therein Which may thee dread when thou●rt to die When Christ begins for to propone The dreadful doom of life and death The hopless soul shall faint and groan Before the sentence pafs their teeth With weeping eyes and doleful voice They